#older leon

[sftandwet]

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀OLDER LEON! HEADCANONS

content warning oral sex, older boyfriend leon!au, leon death island, insecurity, smut, pwp, slut and "egocentric" leon. +18! MDNI

author's notes : I wanted to do this for a while, but as I was having creative block I was disappointed looking at the drafts. I was happy when I suddenly wrote something lol until I was happy with the result. I wanted to make a somewhat contradictory Leon, "raw" the way I see him.

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older leon: who picks you up and leaves you regardless of where you need to go, is always at your disposal, even if there is still work to be done, leon tries his best to take you wherever you want to go.

older leon: who, even with excruciating work to do, tries everything to be present in your life, even with minimal contacts, is always showing that he is there, by your side.

older leon: who is constantly afraid that you will abandon him, always hoping that you are loving him enough to leave other people aside. He desperately hopes that you don't find anyone more interesting than him, because he couldn't stand a second away from you. Extremely insecure, but always hiding this painful trait from you.

older leon: who loves doing "cheesy" things with you; from cooking with you, mugs, watching a ridiculous show, wearing weird shirts with bizarre and funny combinations, because it all sounds romantic or as leon says; "That's something a couple would do." He loves to talk about cheesy couple things with you, because regardless, what matters is being happy with you.

older leon: : who loves kissing you slowly while gently placing his hand on your neck, slowly slipping his tongue into your mouth. His hand slowly slides over your shoulders and fixes it on your waist, keeping you glued to his body during the kiss, always ending with a soft bite and a wet kiss on your neck.

older leon: who sometimes can't control herself and ends up lowering her lips to her lap, taking off the straps of her dress and lowering the fabric to expose her breasts, sucking them while putting his hands on her back to lick her breasts better, biting and giving licks that make you close your eyes in anxiety.

older leon: He kneels on the floor, pushes you against the wall and pulls up your dress, putting your panties to the side and placing your leg over his broad shoulders. He sticks his hot tongue into your wet hole, massaging your clit with his thumb over and over, making slow circles and making sure to suck it well to get it wet, making your body arch beneath the cold wall.

older leon: who is addicted to your pussy, always fucking you, making you even wetter to stick his fingers in while he mistreats your clitoris with strong sucks, always scratching your ass, trying to dive into your pussy, rubbing that nose on your pleasure point, taking and putting his tongue inside you. Smearing yourself, without paying attention to the cum that drips down your chin.

older leon: who loves to make a mess while fucking you, who loves to see you scream and is self-centered when he sucks your cunt, knowing that no one else will suck your pussy the way he does.

[belovedcloud]

A Ride

pairing: DBF! leon kennedy x fem! reader

✎ notes: in love with older Leon so much, especially thinking about him giving you a ride on his bike! sorry for like my 3 week hiatus, important stuff is going on in my life alongside bereavement. :) ALSO, over 1K likes on my older neighbour post thank you so much!

➤ WC: 2.8K

➤ CW: Older Leon, reader is the daughter of Leon's best friend, Leon is in his 40's, reader is early 20's. SMUT. 18+, public sex (nobody is around), pet names, fingering, squirting, mention of going dumb on Leon's cock, p in v, no protection (but he pulls out).

Coming back home for summer break was always exciting for you and your family, moving away meant you had to create new friends. So to finally be reunited with the people you loved the most was refreshing, leaving your academic life behind for a while. Per usual, coming back always meant a little celebration among your family and friends. Did you expect any less? This year would be different, you would be meeting the man you haven't seen for years. Yet it was like there was no break between you two, the comfortable feeling around you both never dissipated.

"Oh honey I'm so glad you got back safe!" Your mother exclaimed, taking the bags from your hands as you arrived back home. Alas, you could relax. Be yourself. Walking into the familiar home, memories from the past year flooding your brain. Seeing your father giving you a goofy grin as he saw you. Pulling you into a big bear hug. Chatting was amongst you three, asking how your studies were - if you were overworking yourself and what not. "I've got the grill on, we're making your favourite." A chuckle erupted from your father's mouth until the doorbell rang. "Oh! People are arriving sweetheart. Go on, go upstairs and get yourself sorted out." A small grin appeared on your mother's face. Obliging to what she said, you jogged up the stairs. That same smell that lingered around the house as you walked into your childhood bedroom. Throwing your bags on the bed, you changed into something more suitable for this occasion.

Going downstairs was chaos. Greeting friends and distant family members, alongside your parent's friends was tiresome. Your social battery was draining out quick - yet you hadn't seen the man you wanted to see. The man you wanted to be here. Laughter echoed throughout the house, clinks of drinks and bubbly talks followed you. You were completely zoned out as your eyes stared out the window - a person you knew appeared. It was him. The 3 knocks on the door dragged you out of your thoughts as your body rushed to the front. Opening the door he stood in front of you, Leon was here. "Hey sweetheart." A lowly chuckle came out of his throat as he opened his arms to you. Without hesitation, you engulfed him into a hug. "Leon! I missed you." Quiet giggles exchanged the both of you as you led him inside. "Where's your dad hm?" His eyes searched around the house, your finger pointing towards your father. "Got a surprise for you." His hand squeezed your arm before he left you - your warmth leaving at the same time as you saw the way his lips move as he spoke to your father.

"So.. is that a yes?" Leon was trying to persuade your dad... With what? Reluctantly, a faint nod came from your father. "Keep her safe you hear?" Seemed like your father was a bit tipsy - he knew Leon would keep you safe. "Don't be stupid." Leon laughed as he walked away from the conversation, smiling at your confused face from your eavesdropping. "Listening in?" His elbow nudged your arm, earning a scoff from you. The playful roll of your eyes made him feel warm, God you were a beautiful woman. The smile that laid on your face or those gorgeous eyes that stared back into his. Was it wrong of him to want you? To want you in indescribable ways. From cute little dates to obscenely lewd thoughts of you with him. The crispiness in your voice snapped him out of his trance as you responded "No... Well, what the hell were you talking about?" Skepticism flooded all over you as your eyes met with Leon's. "Come outside 'nd I'll show you." He took your hand into his, leading you both outside of the front yard. You tried to think of the possible ideas he had, but none came into your head until you saw the vehicle in front of you.

"No fucking way... Your motorcycle?" A gasp elicited out your throat as your head shot at his, pleading for his confirmation. "Yup, wanna go on a ride? Just like how you've always wanted to." A smirk plastered Leon's face as he passed you a helmet, the cold metal conflicting the soft padding in the inside. "How come I gotta wear a helmet?" You groaned seeing Leon get on the bike without one on. You couldn't deny it, he was incredibly attractive. Ever since you were young you saw him in that way. The way his hair flowed when he reared his bike, his concentrated face as he rode out. Everything about him was handsome, his silky voice sending shivers down your spine. "Well, I don't want you getting hurt princess. Was hard enough to persuade your dad y'know?" He chuckled as he extended his arm out to you, signaling to you to get on. "Yeah as if, he was tipsy you liar." A muffled laugh came out of you as the helmet covered you. Gripping on the back of the seat, your hands slowly slid around Leon's waist. An almost silent purr leaving his throat, the tips of your fingers slightly digging into him felt good. "Hold on tight f'me." He commanded as he started it up - suddenly the wheels took off. Screams and giggles rushed out your throat as your eyes tried to stay in line with the surroundings passing by you so quickly.

The dimly lit skies shrouded over the both of you as Leon's chuckles came out of his mouth hearing you giggle, riding into the sunset was a beautiful experience. The clouds creating an ombre effect, illuminating the both of you as the motorcycle passed through dirt roads. Wheels of the motorbike started to die down in speed as Leon swerved into a small secluded area, the red leaves flying past your faces as the bike was mounted on top of the small hill. Leon turned to you, a caring expression on his face. "You okay sweetheart?" Your hands slowly unlatched off him as you wobbled off the motorbike, meekly nodding as you replayed that experience in your head. "Y-Yeah, that was crazy.." You breathed out, seeing Leon get off the motorbike too. His hands slowly approached the helmet on your head, taking it off. His gaze roamed your face, the deep blue eyes boring into yours, a soft smile appearing his lips. "I know you don't really like the crowded house, so I thought to take you out here instead. Pretty night as well." Leon noted as the helmet was discarded somewhere around the bike, his arm wrapped around your shoulder. "Yeah... It's really pretty tonight." A mumble left your throat as your body melted to his touch. A low chuckle left Leon as he guided you to the sequoia tree. The grainy surface of the oak pressed against your back, sitting down on the meadow of grass and daisies beneath you.

A soft sigh abandoned your throat, the scenery in front of you absolutely mesmerizing. A chill ran down your spine as you felt Leon's eyes peering at you. Turning your head, you see him stare at you, his eyes slowly grazing over the whole of you as a soft smile spread across his lips. "You've grown to be a beautiful young woman y'know." The crispiness of his voice contradicted the mellow look he gave you. Your face felt hot, the breeze could not cool it down as you shyly looked down into your lap. Leon's voice was as smooth as honey, your face didn't go unnoticed as he gave a breathy chuckle to your timid expression. "Don't get shy, you know you're attractive." His calloused fingers gently touched her face. Fuck. Those blue eyes looked into yours and your lips parted ever so slightly. Your voice only a mere whisper as you spoke back to him. "I... Why do I feel like this?" You knew why. Deep down in your heart you longed for him. Crave was the better word for your feelings towards Leon. However, him being your dad's best friend really wasn't the best circumstance at this point. The moral thoughts weighed out in your head as you mindlessly stared at him back - it was wrong but it felt so right. Just to feel him embrace and kiss you was all you wanted. Right? Oh, how he wanted you so much more. His hand cupped your cheek as he softly pressed a kiss to your forehead. No. You didn't want the kiss there.

"What's wrong? What do you mean love?" Leon asked as his hand rubbed your shoulder. Gentle strokes of his fingers trying to ease your body. It did the complete opposite. "You make me feel so warm, 'nd.. I dunno?" You sighed out, trying to change the subject. It was embarrassing how he got you in a state of longing. Longing for him and only him. Leon wasn't stupid, he knew what you needed and God so help him he knew he needed it too. "Let me help you feel better sweetheart, I can't have my favourite girl so clueless..." His lips encapsulated yours, a soft mewl elicited out your throat as you kissed him back. You felt so good against him, a groan left his lips as the kiss became more passionate.

Only minutes later were you straddled on him, his lips pressing quick kisses down your neck as Leon's hands wandered all over your body. Mellow mewls leaving both of your throats as you touched each other. You knew this was wrong, it was so wrong. Leon, your dad's best friend, touching you and caressing you in so many ways in one was inexcusable. It felt so right. It felt right to melt into the palms of his hands as his lips slowly pressed against your neck. Leaving small wet kisses, the cold air breezing onto your skin - leaving you to shiver on top of him. "So perfect, so fucking perfect sweetheart." Leon moaned out underneath you, his fingers slowly tugging on the waistband of your pants. "I wanna take these off you, that okay with you?" He purred in your ear, the silkiness of his voice travelling throughout your body. That dull ache you felt within you needing to be satiated answered for you, your head nodding frantically giving Leon all the permission he needs to satisfy you. The swiftness of his fingers as he skillfully pulled down your pants, showing your pretty lace panties. You couldn't help but cover your face with one of your hands, scared of what he was going to say. "Did you wear these for me?" He questioned with a sly smirk on his face. Fuck, he knew how to rile you up inside - your head meekly nodded up and down as you panted a soft "yes". A chuckle could be heard from Leon as he mumbled about you being cute before laying you on the ground. The blades of grass tickling your bare legs.

Leon didn't know how to feel about the situation at hand. How he longed for you was soon to be satiated but was this morally right? However, his body outweighed his mind as he subconsciously slide your panties to the side. Seeing your slick puffy lips shine in front of him granted you a groan from his mouth. The pad of his finger steadily ran up the slit, a breathy moan fleeing your mouth. An ethereal feeling shock-waving through you. Your wetness pulled him in as his fingers shakily pumped in and out of your pussy. You were so pretty for him, the most enchanting woman he had ever saw. How your face scrunched up in pleasure as his eyes flickered from your face to your cunt being pistoned by his two fingers. Velvety moans chanting out of you as you moaned out his name, craving more of him. Leon felt his heart thump heavily in his chest as he held your body, giving you an overwhelming sense of belonging. You belonged to him, your pussy was his.

"L-Leon.." A quiet mewl scratched out of your throat as you felt yourself get close. It was obvious to Leon as well - he felt your walls tighten around his fingers. His thumb snaked up to your bud, a rubbing sensation startled your body into otherworldly pleasure. Your voice echoing throughout his head as you moaned loudly, gushing all over his fingers. As you rode your orgasm out, Leon's eyes stared at your pretty state. You were all disheveled because of him.

He couldn't handle it anymore, he needed you.

Leon needed to make you feel good around his cock. The leathery feel of his belt slowly disappeared as he unbuckled it, removing his jeans alongside it. He took off his jacket, sliding it underneath you. Your mind still felt fuzzy from your previous orgasm but that misty feeling soon left as you felt his tip slowly push into you. A gasp escaping Leon's throat as his fingers pushed into the plushness of your hips. "Fuck.. Sweetheart, you feel so good." He groaned lowly, his voice thick with desire. His gaze raked over your body again, admiring your beauty once more. Taking in your beautiful curves, he thrusted further in. "Oh.. Leon." Was all you could scramble out your lips as he started to move his hips. The view of you was a picture perfect scene to him, making his heart race. Feeling his gaze upon you, your hands covered your face. The embarrassment flooding through your body was soon torn apart as his soft voice whispered in your ear. "Show me that pretty face of yours, please..." He was begging you. Leon yearned to see your features, it was the main reason the position you both in was missionary. Unable to decline him, your hands slowly unraveled from your face. A low groan pierced out of Leon as he looked at you, his thrusts becoming deeper.

"Fuck, I love you. I love you so much." He moaned out as his fingers felt for your clit, rubbing it once more to make you scream. Your head rustled in the meadow of grass, the same pleasure flowing through your body. "I.." You couldn't finish off your sentence as the urge to cum became too strong. The tension in Leon's body slowly dissipated as his hips became melodic with his movement. His gentle embrace on you immediately washed away any guilt that riddled his mind. His voice carried a sultry edge as he stuttered out "Going dumb on my cock sweetheart?". He wasn't wrong, he never was. Your body completely relaxed from his gentle touches which conflicted the deep pounding he was giving you. Whimpers and moans wailed out your throat - oh how he was making you feel so good was mind-blowing. "That's it love, moan for me nice and pretty." He mumbled, his voice deep and seductive, looking at you with ravenous eyes. You felt your orgasm build up again, your voice sputtering out to try and tell Leon. This orgasm felt different, it felt overwhelming. Something that you couldn't hold back at all. He felt you tighten around him so suddenly, pulling him in as you mumbled incoherent phrases. "Leon" "I can't" "Fuck" was all he could decipher as he felt something different. You soaked the base of his cock and the surrounding area around it. It gushed out of you so quick you didn't know what happened. All you knew was that it felt so good, that the way Leon's dick was hitting that spot was increasing in pleasure. Your eyes rolling back as you continued to squirt as Leon sunk into you again. His eyes widened feeling your wetness splat on his skin.

"Did you just? Fuck you're amazing.." He groaned out, pistoning his dick into you as he chased for his own release. The sounds of both of your bodies making clapping noises as he felt his cock throb inside of you. You gasped, feeling the fast pace thrusts as your hands grabbed onto his jacket underneath you. Leon couldn't take it anymore, the contentment coursing through his veins as he pulled out quickly. His cum splattered onto your panties, his head thrown back from the sexual gratification you gave him. Your thighs shaking in return since you lost the feeling of him inside of you.

After a series of soft panting later, you finally mumbled out to him. "I love you too." Leon raised an eyebrow as he buckled his belt, looking back up at you. "You said it, well you said you loved me when you were fucking me." A hushed voice escaped you. Leon's confusion slowly turned into a soft expression as he kissed your forehead. "I do love you." A giggle left your lips as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, his stumble pricking at you. "So.. what now?" A question that was destined to be answered. "We'll figure that out." He chuckled out. All he knew was that you both loved each other, sexually and romantically.

"Let's get back home, yeah?"

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[yourgentlegirlfriend]

the smallest drabble ever because i get inspo so randomly during the day and yeah

Older!Leon x afab reader

definitely not proof read so

warnings: car sex, roughness i guess? yeahhhhh <3

“You like this don’t you?”

Leon has you folded in the back of his jeep, after a small argument about how you claimed to be not flexible, your boyfriend guaranteed he can make you flexible. An hour of driving later he pulls off to the side of the road, making you confused as to why he would even turn off such a dark road.

Leon just silently reaches forward, scooting your seat all the way to the dashboard and reaching over to unbuckle your seatbelt. It was blurry how you got into the back seat, Leon’s strong hands tugging down your shorts and black swim bottoms. He’s hard to protest against, his body pushing you to lay your back flat against the cool leather seats.

A burning stretch runs across your thighs as he pushes them to your chest, a hiss of discomfort leaving your lips as Leon leans back, his middle finger running down your slit as his other hand holds at your knees that are pressed together.

The burning eventually went away, the car moving in sync with Leon’s hips as he thrusted into you, your legs fully pressed against your tummy and chest.

Leon can’t help but smile down at you, his thumb rubbing across your bottom lip as you let out another whimper below him.

“Always doubting me.. have faith in your old man, yeah?”

All you can do is shake your head, Leon smirking as he reaches down and grabs the back of your neck, his lips so close to yours.

“Don’t like it?”

Your head shakes again in protest but god, you were a filthy liar.

“The way you’re gripping me is telling me a different story.”

Leon grumbles in your ear as his fingers press into the soft flesh of your thighs. He knew every button to push, that’s why you were so silent because he knew you hated losing arguments. Leon’s breathing grew heavy as he pushed himself back, pulling himself out of you with the most lewd noise you’ve ever heard your body make. His head leaned back as his cum spilled all over your lower stomach, his head tilting against his shoulder as he let out a low hum.

His eyes opened to see you sprawled out below him, his hand coming down and smacking over your used clit causing you to jolt as he taps your hips.

“Let’s go, family is expecting us right?”

[kaze-sunfish-kid]

Leon jacket.

[hades-in-bloom]

But First, Coffee

Post-DI!Leon S. Kennedy x Corp Exec!Reader

summary: Leon is after his next target when he encounters a not-so-cooperative informant.

warnings & contents: older Leon (as per usual); could be age gap, could be none; accidentally plot-heavy and a dialogue heaven; mentions of smoking; Leon doesn’t do one-night stands; hints of power play; the reader could be any gender; might be turned into series (? big question mark).

a/n: this one just wrote itself as the pairing dynamic bugged me for a while—I haven’t seen it anywhere yet, but nudge me if I’ve missed anything; I think Leon might enjoy being bossed around a bit (for his own good, also by someone who isn’t Ada)—and as he can easily boss back, too. Overall, desperately clinging to my last brain cells. As always, proceed at your own risk—and let me know if this smaller font is unreadable. Minors DNI! Masterlist

Also—holy smokes, folks—this blog hit 100+ follows! Might sound insignificant to some, but it just blows my mind. Thank you so much for reading! xoxo

***

‘I haven't seen him. I wasn't paying attention. Please, I have more important things to attend to,’ you begged repeatedly—until a cop who was torturing you gave up. She knew she couldn’t keep you in the interrogation room for longer, so she had to let you out—eventually. You never thought that your morning run would end up with you in a police department.

‘We’ll have a short break,’ she sighed, giving you a stern look. ‘You may grab coffee next door; I'll call you back.’

You breathed out an irritated ‘Great,’ and took your chances, making your way to the only coffee machine in your vicinity. That one looked abused by thousands of hands eager to get a dose of instant caffeine.

‘You’d be better off drinking plain water than this,’ you heard a chuckle from your right before you noticed a tall man leaning on the nearby wall, watching you. He was dressed casually–heavy boots, dark jeans with a straight fit, and a probably expensive leather jacket; his sharp gaze trained on you, attempting to look into your soul—luckily for you, some of your employees were convinced you had no soul, so you left unfazed by the efforts.

You chuckled back at him. ‘Fair, but I don’t think that even this swill of a drink could worsen my situation.’

‘You don’t look like a local,’ you mentioned aloud, and he smirked in reply.

‘Good eye—I’m not. Well, not anymore,’ he confessed, stepping towards you. He didn’t seem to be planning to give you more details about himself, and you weren’t in a hurry to ask—or, instead, you didn’t care—yet.

‘Well,’ you gave him a look full of friendly irony, ‘if you’re not my knight in shining armour who can get me the hell out of this interrogation immediately, so I won't lose my job, I’d rather get on with my coffee.’

You turned your attention to the visibly overused coffee machine so you didn’t see how his eyebrows rose up a little, and a slight smirk touched his lips.

You grabbed a half-full coffee cup from under the machine and then turned as you heard your name down the corridor. ‘And that’s me.’ You emphasized before walking away. He watched you calmly, his eyes expression unreadable. ‘So long, local boy.’

You couldn’t hear him when he quietly chuckled in amusement as you returned to the officer’s lair.

It took twenty more minutes of unnecessary suffering before the door to the interrogation room swung open.

‘Leon?’ The cop looked surprised as you glanced at the intruder quickly—the local boy. Now, you were intrigued.

‘Jess, sorry for interrupting,’ Leon smiled at the old friend, ‘but I have Chief’s clearance to get this one,’ the man nodded at you briefly, ‘out of this questioning.’ He gave Jess—or, as known by you, Detective Jessica Harlow—an apologetic look. ‘D.S.O. orders.’

The detective sighed and returned him an irritated but tamed look. ‘Fine,’ Jessica glanced back at you. ‘It was a waste of time anyway.’

You couldn't hold back a scoff. ‘Tell me about that.’ Leon gave you a dirty look, although you could see his mouth twitch in a suppressed giggle.

‘Alright, get out.’ He said with a sigh, waving you towards the corridor. ‘I'll explain everything on the way.’

As you stepped outside the NYPD building, you took a moment to examine him. ‘So you are the knight in shining armour.’

Leon chuckled lightheartedly. ‘Oh, I'm definitely not that.’ The man neither considered himself noble nor his usual tactical vest was shiny. From his point of view, he wasn’t a hero type either.

‘Leon Kennedy, Division of Security Operations under the U.S. government,’ he introduced himself, done with the jokes. You held back a moan—so the local boy was a trap—a quite high-flying bird, though. He read you and showed a soft smile. ‘I know you have spent a lot of time with Jess, but I might have a couple of questions more.’ Leon thought he was worthy of the favor after he pulled you out of the interrogation with NYPD hours before Harlow would get satisfied—Jessica has always been thorough. ‘And for a change, they won't be about that theft you witnessed this morning.’

You weren’t excited; he could see that much. ‘Do I have a choice?’ You sighed.

‘Not really,’ Leon admitted honestly. You found him amusing—although the man knew he was in control of the situation, his look was soft, allowing, lacking arrogance you get used to seeing in your line of work, and he was too relaxed to your liking.

‘Can it wait at least?’ You pressed with desperate notes in your tone. ‘I am late to a critical meeting.’

He nodded reassuringly after a short pause.

Although still impatient, you sighed in relief and took a business card out, handing it over to the federal agent. ‘I guess I can skip my introduction.’ You stepped to the side, hailing a taxi. ‘Call my assistant. He’ll match our schedules.’

‘I can wait, but I can’t wait for long,’ Leon retorted as your leg stepped inside the yellow car.

You gave Kennedy a sweet smile before you shut the door. ‘Great. You tell him that.’

Leon was left stunned for a moment as he watched the car riding off deeper into downtown New York.

‘Shit,’ he mumbled with annoyance in his voice—and with a sudden hint of admiration, too.

***

‘I told you—I can’t wait that long.’

You jolted in surprise as you heard a familiar voice and your car door swung open. It was a couple of days since you met him for the first time.

‘I told you to call my assistant,’ you smiled politely as Leon made himself comfortable in the backseat next to you. You gave the nod to a company driver that he could drive on despite the unexpected guest present.

‘Oh, I have called—but the only available slot is three weeks from now. I guess you forgot to brief him on the urgency of our meeting.’

‘My bad then.’ You sighed, showing no remorse. ‘Close the door if you want this conversation to happen. I was just about to drive back home.’

Kennedy followed your advice and shut the door before the car took off.

‘So, what do you want to know?’

You were direct—Kennedy preferred that style of communication. Leon pulled up a picture on his phone. ‘There’s an assumption to believe you should know that guy.’ You tensed a bit as you took a look at the image.

‘I would prefer to have my lawyer present,’ you replied casually, making Leon chuckle.

‘Come on, it’s a friendly conversation. I’m not here to accuse you of anything—I have more important things on my plate.’

You scoffed. While thinking, you pulled up a cigarette case out of your purse and were about to light up one of those when you noticed the man making a slight grimace—it wasn’t his goal to tell you what to do, and you probably wouldn’t have noticed it if you didn’t glance at him at the right time. You shot him a look. ‘What’s that? I saw it.’

‘I just… prefer my clothes not to smell of cigarette smoke,’ Leon replied, his voice gentle but confident. Despite the diversion, he stayed close to the topic. ‘But I'd rather you answer my question than we talk about the dangers of smoking.’

You had to admit that this annoying motherfucker had a style. ‘Great. Otherwise, I was looking forward to being scolded by a stranger.’ Your tone of voice was surprisingly friendly. Leon seemed not to hold a grudge.

You didn't care much about the opinions of others generally—but this time, the unknown force made you slow down and put away your lighter before you got a light out of it.

At last, you entertained his question. ‘The man is Art Rankine.’ You glanced back at Kennedy’s phone, still showing the photo. ‘I had a pleasure to work with him on one of the mergers.’

‘Legion Corp.,’ Leon assumed, and you raised an eyebrow.

‘Good to hear you did your homework. Then I don’t have to break my NDA—and thanks to that one, I’m not sure I can help you much.’

‘I would question that all of your encounters with Mr. Rankine were covered by the NDA.’ The man smiled, giving you a look. You felt your cheeks getting warm. ‘Am I right?’ Leon tilted his head while keeping eye contact. After a moment, you returned a dirty look at him.

‘We dated. Fleetingly, if I may add,’ you admitted reluctantly.

‘Good. As the merger was closed recently, I'd assume you still have his private contact?’ Kennedy asked.

You felt like you were falling into the James Bond-esque rabbit hole, and you didn't enjoy it.

‘So the all-knowing Leon Kennedy knows I slept with the man but couldn’t get his number?’ You didn't hold back on sarcasm, but it left the federal agent unfazed.

‘Something like that,’ he retorted. ‘I need your help to set up a meeting. That’s all I ask for.’

You scoffed. ‘You request me to contact my ex, and then you call it a small favor?’

‘That’s the best offer I’ve got.’ Leon admitted. ‘I’d rather we establish this partnership quickly.’ Oh, you knew well what that meant—a very gentle threat of making you spend a lot of money on your lawyer. It annoyed you as much as, to your amusement, you found it hot.

You sighed.

‘How do you want the meeting?’

You could see his watercolor eyes light up in satisfaction.

‘We can talk about it tomorrow. Care to give me your personal number?’

You took his mobile phone out of his hands before quickly typing in your number and calling your cell.

‘I am saving you under a horrible name,’ you warned the federal agent, and Leon let out a chortle.

‘Flattered. Now, I can get off right there,’ he nodded at the closest street corner. Soon, the driver stopped there for a moment.

‘So long, local boy.’

You watched him get out of the car, observing his features unintently—and then, by accident, you caught himself staring at his lips for a quarter of a second.

He noticed it.

‘Buy me a coffee first, sweetheart,’ he smirked before closing the car door as he exited the vehicle.

You realized you were holding back your breath after a while—you shook it off right after, finally putting a cigarette into your mouth and briefly cursing under your breath while you lit it up.

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hey sorry to bother ya if you're busy but…. saw your Calvin Klein Leon art and was wondering if you could make a playboy one? every playboy Leon I see is the young him but what about oldy? mr bad back? mr dad jokes? so yeah could you draw death island Leon in playboy?

Hi sorry this took so long but here it is in all it's glory i guess😭

Presenting old man Leon Kennedy x Playboy

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Boxes

pairing: older! neighbour! leon kennedy x fem! reader

✎ notes: older leon has been rotting my brain recently, especially DI leon ugh. i'm making another fic with him but I honestly might do vendetta leon. i just know this man would help you out with moving in.

➤ WC: 3K

➤ CW: strangers to lovers? pet names: sweetheart, love, baby, darling, good girl. reader is seen to be in their low 20s whilst leon being 38. leon feeling ashamed of himself for liking you, mentions of ada, helena, claire. leon has a fleshlight. touch starved Leon. both you and Leon are a bit tipsy. tit play, leon eating you out, p in v (unprotected sex), aftercare.

MINORS DNI!

Carrying boxes was strenuous. You moved in a few weeks ago from your parents house, it was time for a new start. Although, your arms seem to regret the decision as you lift up the remainder of your boxes to the 12th floor. But it wasn't as bad when you had a certain man by your side. Leon was lucky enough to see you struggle your way up the apartment complex. Your first meeting with him had a slight tinge of embarrassment but soon died down as you got to know each other soon enough. With Leon carrying all of your heavy belongings such as your disheveled chairs and whatnot - you could see the strain on his muscles, it was attractive without a doubt. Despite the fact that he was older than you, the way he carried himself with looks and personality made him extremely enchanting. He was a man of charisma.

Today was like no other, however, it was the last lot of boxes you had stored in your parents house. Therefore, it shouldn't be that hard right? Leon was coming to help you out anyways, he insisted.

A few minutes passed, your back towards your car as you wait for Leon to come out of the complex. A similar silhouette appeared, Leon closed the door behind him - approaching you with a small smile. "Last set today then?" He spoke out to you as he opened the trunk of the car. "Yeah, good for you right? Your old back won't be cracking every 5 minutes" You teased leading to Leon giving a low chuckle as he looked at you. "Old? You wound me." He laughed out as he took an airy box. "I don't look that old do I?" He passed the package to you, taking a hefty one for himself. "No... no, you look good." You mumbled out, hoping he didn't take the compliment in a different way. "Good? I'll take it." Leon gave you a smirk as he shifted the box, walking towards the door. You hurried up behind him, ensuring you didn't make yourself look weird. Entering into the complex with a nervous look on your face. Even though moving in was arduous, the thoughts of not speaking to Leon daily made you feel quite upset. How would you even make up an excuse to see him? Knowing him for a few weeks was short but the way you linked with each other was different. It was like you were friends for years, comfort was found within you when you spoke to Leon. If only you knew how he felt about you.

Leon felt bad. He felt ashamed that he found you so attractive. The way your shirt hugged your body and your jeans show the curvature of your ass and your thighs strained. You were so much younger than him - he couldn't help his mind wandering to images of you whilst he laid in his own bed. Wishing it was yours. He built your bedframe, he helped you place the soft clean mattress on top. Yet he felt pure filth in his self as he thought of your body on his. His hands intertwined with yours as ideas of fucking you flooded his brain. Night after night it would be the same for him, his cock thrusting into his hand or fleshlight. He tried to think of anyone else but you. Ada, Claire, Helena could only stay in his mind for a mere 20 seconds before his brain cogged back to you. You. It wouldn't help hearing you over the thins walls as you touched yourself. The softest but most pornographic moans leaving your lips. Leon only wished that it was him making you sound that way, but it was wrong. What would his friends think if he dated you? He believed he was out of your league - if only he knew about the sinful thoughts you had about him too when you indulged in your own pleasure. Two fingers thrusting into your cunt wishing it was his, gushing all over your thighs as images of him engulfed your brain.

"Stay here, I'll get the last few boxes for you." Leon maintained a steady voice shaking out the immoral ideas in his head. Keeping a level-headed smile he gave you a small wave before you could argue back. Seeing his back turned towards you, your eyes subconsciously wandered on it. Soon landing onto his biceps, subtle veins leading to his hands as he went stood in front of the elevator. Snapping yourself out of your trance, you unpacked the two boxes you and Leon took up. Placing the glasses into the kitchen cabinet and hanging up clothes was therapeutic in some way. Helping you calm yourself from your thoughts on Leon as you felt a wet patch on your panties. Pouring out a glass of wine for two as you waited for Leon to come back.

"I think that's it.. unless you have some hidden ones in your car?" He joked as he placed down the final box to the side, looking up to see you with two glasses of wine in your hand. "Oh?" He smiled, stretching his back before walking to you. "Seems like you need this then." You giggled passing him the glass, Leon rolling his eyes as he took it. "Thank you for the past few weeks helping me move in... I was wondering if you wanted to relax for a bit?" You murmured, sitting down on your couch. Leon soon accompanying you. "How can I say no?" He gave you a slight smirk as the rim of the wine glass pressed against his lips, the alcoholic liquid sliding down his throat.

A bottle or two of wine later caused the both of you to erupt into laughter and giggles - getting to know each other quite well. You learned that Leon worked for the government, although not being able to go into grave detail, he was an important figure for the USA. It wasn't long until you also explained what your job was, explaining in why you chose your path. However, you felt hot. Way too hot as you sensed his eyes gaze all over you. Lingering onto your lips and eyes as he looked at you with such awe and fascination. Leon felt warm within himself, you were like a new light that he had been longing for. You spoke without care, refreshing for him as his job withheld such secrecy. An urge secreted in him as your soft lips moved with grace. He yearned for you, and it was becoming evident from the pained strain in his jeans.

Taking another sip from your drink, you spoke without thinking. "How's your love life?" Shit. Was that too personal? Hoping for the best outcome you fiddled with your glass as your eyes wandered to his face, trying to decipher what expression he had. "Boring. If I'm being honest with you, I haven't dated anyone for years." A deep chuckle elicited out of his throat. The rasp laced in his tone giving you a shiver. "Seriously? You're joking." A giggle came out of you. Was he actually single? "Nope. But I'm surprised you don't have a certain someone here. You've got a boyfriend haven't you?" Leon hiccupped out, the alcohol making him feel fuzzy. To his surprise, your head shook side to side. "No, I'm single alright." You said with a soft smile plastered on your face. Leon genuinely couldn't believe it. A woman like you single? "Now that's a surprise." Leon grinned as he finished his 4th glass of wine. "Well, I'm sure you'll be able to find a man of your age. Although most of them are probably a pain in your ass." He laid back onto the couch, his arm behind his head. Again, your eyes couldn't help but avert to the flex of his bicep. This time, it didn't go unnoticed.

"You're right." A sigh came from your lips, "Which is why I don't usually go for guys my age." You admitted, making Leon confused. So who did you go for? "Hm? So you like younger men?" He asked, staring into your eyes with his own lustful ones. Praying that what you were looking for was the opposite of young. A mellow giggle followed out of your mouth as you shook your head once more. "No, I like older men." Leon's smirk became wider as those words left your mouth. Maybe he had a chance after all. Perhaps his wrongful thoughts were okay with you - that you wouldn't mind a man near twice your age to fuck you. "Really sweetheart?" A low groan drawn out his throat, his eyes basically fucking you. That same heat returned to you, just much more insatiable.

It was like a flip in you switched, your body longing for touch as so for Leon. Sloppy kisses shared between you two as Leon's hands gripped the fat on your hips. Subconsciously grinding himself into you as he felt your clit throb on his crotch. Your quiet whimpers muffled by the crashing of yours and Leon's lips unmethodical rhythms as saliva was shared. "F-Fuck.." A moan left Leon's lips, his head clouded by lust as he tapped your legs. "Wrap 'em around me darling." He demanded as he held you up, your legs squeezed tight around his waist - your irregular breathing echoing in his mind. Leon wasn't going to just fuck you on the couch, he wanted to show you his love. Heavy footsteps followed behind him as he nudged your bedroom door open, placing you gently on your newly built bed. "Let's see how well I built this frame, yeah?" Leon joked as he littered your neck with butterfly kisses. Pinning you down, stopping your squirming beneath him. "L-Leon..." That was enough to get him going, the pornographic moan after the lustful mumble of his name had his cock throbbing for more. He wanted you, he needed you.

Leon's hands slowly crept under your shirt, caressing your chest as he kneaded your tits. Pinching at your nipples to elicit another whine out of you. Your soft, mellow skin opposed his calloused hands. The hands that killed bioweapons were fondling with your tits, shakily taking off your shirt to show them in true beauty. "So fucking gorgeous." Leon groaned out, without a doubt in his mind he shoved his head in between your breasts. Your whimpers echoed throughout your bedroom, just to be stopped as you gasped when you felt his knee part your legs. Rubbing your clothed clit as he sucked on the plush parts of your tits. His hands methodically unbuttoned your jeans, slowly pulling them off you as he saw your pretty laced panties. They would've looked so innocent if it wasn't for the soaked wet patch in the middle of them. "All this for me baby?" He murmured, enchanted by how wet you were. You could couldn't help but frantically nod your head, needing to feel his touch somewhere else. "P-Please Leon.. need you to touch me." You moaned gently, your hips bucking for any type of touch. Who was he to say no to such a polite question? "Alright sweetheart.. C'mon spread your legs f'me." He ordered and you obeyed, feeling like mush in his hands.

The pads of his fingers played with the lace and the little bow at the top. Cute. Slowly, he slid your panties to the side, your slick leaving a small strand attached to the material. Leon was mesmerized by the sight, yet you felt embarrassed. Trying to close your legs failed as his strong hands pried you open. "Don't close 'em love, you're so beautiful. Let me appreciate you, yeah?" He groaned, feeling himself rut into your fresh linen sheets. Leon positioned himself in front of your clit, feeling his mouth water as he looked at it. His eyes flickering to you before asking "Do you want me to carry on darling?" His hot breath tickling you, a soft moan squeezed out your throat. "Yes.. Please Leon.. Want your tongue on my clit." Leon gave you a deep chuckle in response, his eyes flickering back to your clit. "'Atta girl.. Didn't know you were so dirty." He whispered before licking your slit, slowly capturing you in his mouth.

This was pure filth. Your moans alongside the wet sounds your pussy was making as Leon's pistoned two fingers in and out of you. His tongue skillfully flicking over your clit as his baby blue eyes watched your reactions. Your fingers felt themselves entangled in Leon's hair, pulling at his strands as choked moans fell out of your mouth. Chasing for that sweet release, you subconsciously bucked your hips, allowing for Leon's nose to press up against your clit. Deep, shallow moans trembled into your clit as Leon was determined to make you cum. He wanted all of you, he needed you to be ready for his cock. "C'mon, give it to me baby." He pressed his tongue against you, curving his fingers in you in the right spot. "L-Leon... I'm gonna.." Your sentence was soon cut off by the shaking of your body as the coil in you snapped. The orgasm took over your body, your lips chanting his name as you pulled on his hair. Granting you a groan from Leon as he swallowed your cum. "So sweet." He chuckled, pulling himself off you. Before pulling your face close to his, allowing you to taste yourself as he kissed you.

Leon felt a hand tug on his shirt, your pleading eyes staring into his blue ones. A smirk tugged his face as he took off his shirt. Slowly unbuckling his belt, removing his jeans alongside it too. Your cunt ached to be fucked, your mind telling you that only Leon could satisfy your needs.

He pulled down his boxers, a pretty dark red tip beamed at you. Glistening with pre-cum smeared all of it. You couldn't help but stare as Leon's face flushed a light pink. "Fuck.. Don't look at it like that sweetheart." He moaned softly, positioning himself right up against your entrance. "You ready?" His hand slowly caressed your face, a nod coming from you as he intertwined his hand with yours. He was big. Real fucking big as you felt yourself stretch open, your eyes rolling back in pain mixed with pleasure. Fuck. Leon could've came right there as he saw your expression change. You were so attractive. He slowly rutted himself into you, moaning your name as his hips sputtered. "Y-You alright?" He stuttered out, you were so tight. "Yeah.. I'm okay. You can move Leon." A soft smile appeared on your face, he couldn't help but reciprocate it back. He moved his hips, his thrusts soft - but it was hard to keep it that way after a minute. His thighs started to slap against yours as his dick pistoned into you. Leon threw his head back in otherworldly pleasure, moaning sweet nothings as he felt himself lose himself inside of you. You were no different. Your moans and screams increased in volume and pitch as you felt him pound into you. Your legs shaking in pleasure as you felt that same coil tighten in you again. "My good girl.. f-fuck so fucking good f'me." Leon growled, feeling his body become weak to your pheromones. He buried his head into your neck, marking you with lovebites. He felt his dick throb as his hips moved without thought.

"Leon.. I'm gonna cum again.. Feels too good." Mewls escaped from your throat as your hands scrapped at his back. Scratching him. The pain mixed with pleasure was enough for Leon to start panting as he felt himself get close. "Cum for me, please cum for me baby.." He whined as he thrusted into your sweet little pussy. You were so pretty for him, his good girl. The marks on your neck slowly started to become more evident, a smirk appeared on his face as he saw you scrunch up your face. His hand snaked down to your clit, slowly rubbing it. Giving you a whole new sensation as you felt his dick pulsate inside you. "I.. I.. Leon!" The coil in you snapped again, twice as hard as you creamed all over his cock. He didn't stop smacking himself into you, a white ring forming at the base. Leon started to chase his own high. "Take it, take it, take it." He chanted as he felt his hips stammer. The clapping of your skin quickly died down as Leon jerked himself out of you, rubbing his dick as his cum splattered all over your stomach. You couldn't help but think how handsome he looked as he threw his head back, moaning your name.

After both of your highs, Leon practically collapsed on top of you. "G-Get off.. You're so heavy." You tried to push him off, a laugh escaping Leon's lips as he pulled himself off of you. Pressing a soft kiss against your lips. He climbed out of your bed, pulling up his boxers and walked out of your bedroom. Soon, he returned with a damp cloth in his hand with two bottles of water in the other. Whilst wiping you down, Leon flashed you a quick smile and passed you the cold bottle. Your lips pursed the top as you gulped down the liquid. "C'mon... Let's shower." He took his hand into yours, lifting you up from your bed and carrying you to your bathroom. Your hot thighs pressed against the cold counter as he flipped the shower on. "Hey guess what." Leon couldn't help but giggle out the sentence. Your eyebrow cocked up as you looked over to him. "What?" You asked him with a smile on your face.

"At least we know I built the frame right." He laughed out, finding himself hilarious. "Oh shut up." Your laughter soon followed along.

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[withonly-sweetheart]

kills myself right now. IF ONLY I HAD REAF THIS IN MY LECTURE 😓😓😓 MY PROFESSOR WOULD BE SO PROUD OF ME FOR READING AMAZING LITERATURE BC DAUMYMYMYMMYMY DROOLING

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— ୨୧₊˚ MILKTEETH

older leon x f!reader

wc: 4k+

mommy kink, age gap, some mdlb if you squint, pet names (baby, honey, good boy, ect), blowjob, ball fondling, spit, cum eating (swallowing), tit sucking, lactation mention, oral (f receiving), fingering, face fucking, clit kissing, ass eating, anal, spit as lube, mating press, creampie, cockwarming

sorry wrote this with my clit not my brain <3 also not edited pretend you don't see any mistakes

Sunlight shoots through the slats of your blinds, turning your lids into a flash of red film before they crack apart, a miniature earthquake as the seams split, shapes come into sharper relief, awareness spreading through your body. In tandem comes the animalistic recognition of a second source of warmth beside you, one you inch backwards towards in an attempt to retreat from the brutish light of day, back into the blissfulness of unconsciousness.

He came home last night. Recollection makes a lazy smile spread across your lips as you relax fully into his chest. Arms, thick and chorded with muscle wind around you, a particularly firm exhale against the shell of your ear makes you twitch in his hold, a ticklish reflex. You’re not sure where he’s been but it hardly matters, not when you can convince yourself this bed and the two of you are all that exists in the world. One perfect, fragile moment cupped delicately in your palms. 

A giggle, hoarse and breathy, tugged from your chest as lips meet the skin of your neck in a flurry of affection. With eyes closed you allow yourself to embrace the feeling, swearing after so long untouched you can even feel the ridges of his fingerprints as one hand creeps up underneath the t shirt you wore to bed. 

It’s nearly feline, the way you preen against the touch as one of his hands envelopes your breast, thick fingers massaging the soft skin as his thumb pays particular attention to your nipple. The stimulation feels raw, primal, as you balance on the edge of wakefulness. Coupled with the fat, lazy licks of his tongue against your throat your hips move of their own accord, seeking that familiar firmness pressing against your ass. Satisfaction, thick and gooey as taffy melting to a sidewalk in summer sun, creeps through your head and slides sweet as honey down the back of your throat. Vaguely you register his harsh breathing behind you, the way it no longer tickles against your ear as his own movements pick up, a steady pushing of his erection against the plushness of your body. 

You don’t need to rely on vision, choosing your tactile senses as you squeeze your eyes shut against a particularly hard squeeze of your breast and you lazily palm him through the material of his sweatpants. It’s not his fault, being so eager, and its cute in its own way. 

“Needy baby,” you coo, voice husky from overnight unuse, as you turn to face him. 

You swear, none of those artists or poets ever knew what the hell they were talking about and how could they have when they didn't get to experience the view you have. All beauty in the world pales against the sight before you, as it does every time. His pink flushed cheeks, the stubble growing out on his face juxtaposed with the adorably shy way he avoids your direct gaze, choosing to bury his head in the pillow with a huffy whine. 

“Don’t be like that,” you coax him, voice so slight it seems more like it came from some omnipotent source. 

Gingerly you card fingers through his bangs, the joints crackling beneath the skin as they grow accustomed to use. It amazes you every time, how his hair is so silken to the touch and the way light reflects off the strands so perfectly, as if he were finely crafted to be the most lovely creature on the planet. 

Slowly your podding works, convincing him to face you with those coquettish watercolor eyes. It makes your teeth ache, as if they've been carving through confectionaries for hours, your tongue running over the backs of them as your eyes roam his face. The strong, angular shapes of his features are starkly contrasted by his demeanor, a perfect balance. 

Gently you shift closer, pressing your lips against his and swallowing the little gasp thats pulled out as your fingers dip into his sweatpants at the same moment. 

“What do you need, hm?” You ask, feigning innocence as your fingers brush up against the swollen head of his cock, teasing him until he can be direct with you. 

With a whimper his hips jerk, clearly trying to get you to take more of him in hand but you dodge the movement effortlessly, keeping your hand just out of reach enough for it to be torturous. You know better than anyone how hard he gets in the morning, sometimes teary eyed from sheer need. Its alright though, all part of caring for him. You let it continue, winding him up by moving in the opposite way of his hips and letting him whimper through bitten lips. Good boys use their words, after all. That was lesson one, hopefully he hasn’t forgotten already. 

“Please, need you so bad,” finally your lovely baby makes use of his voice and you can’t help the warmth that oozes through your core in response, making your thigh muscles flex. 

“What do you need?” 

His lips form a pout and you kiss him again, perfectly chaste little pecks to his cheeks and the tip of his nose as you relent, just a bit, and wrap your hand firmly around the base of his cock. You smirk against his cheek as he groans, breathy and high pitched, at the contact. Such a silly, simple man. Slowly your hand runs upward, feeling him pulse in your hold the closer you get to the tip, and already you know a juicy glob of precum is just waiting to meet the pad of your thumb. 

Sticky warmth, slick and soft, spreads easily as you massage his tip, tugging more and more frantic little noises from deep inside his throat as his hips buck against you recklessly, rhythmless. It makes you giggle, drawing away as you push him back to lie flat and his well muscled thighs easily accommodate your weight as you straddle him. Biting your bottom lip you slowly roll his waistband down, feeling your eyes widen as his cock comes into perfect view. 

A sight you could never get tired of, even if you had eternity stretched out before you to admire him all you liked. Just the right girth to make your mouth water, prominent viens running along the side, and his tip that flushes such a gorgeous shade of red whenever you tease him like this. Pearly beads of more precum decorate it like a crown, but you resist the urge to lean down and smear it with your lips. Instead you meet his eyes, holding him loosely in your grip now, feigning deafness to his cries for you to give him more, more, more. 

“How do we ask?” You tilt your head to the side, roll your neck and then drag your shirt up over your head leaving yourself bare on top of him save for the pair of black panties you wore to bed. 

He gapes at you, crystalline eyes blown wide, chest heaving as his hands flex against your calves, squeezing. You don’t relent, pointedly flicking your eyes from his cock to his face as you wait for the correct answer. 

Sometimes he just needs a gentle reminder. 

“Please mommy,” his adorable pink tongue wets his lips before continuing, “I need you, need you to make me come.” 

You dip down, placing exaggerated kisses on his face once more, pleased as the cat that got the cream. 

“Was that so hard, honey?” 

You don’t give him room to answer, giggling at the way he gasps and jolts as you take him fully in hand now, twisting your wrist as you slide up and down, the slick from his precum making it effortless. With one final kiss, a big mwah sound as you smack your lips against his forehead, you shimmy downward. His reward for using words was preplanned in your head, the moment you saw that glistening tip. 

You’re truly just as bad as he is, always wanting it in your mouth. As your eyes drift shut again you press your lips to the head of his cock this time, earning you a lovely little oh fuck from above. The mess of pre feels like lip gloss against your mouth, the taste of him vaguely salty and musky as your cheeks hollow out, letting the length of him run over your tongue until he was perfectly slotted almost in your esophagus. What little he lacked in girth he more than made up for in length, bringing tears to your eyes as your kept your throat open, tongue pressed flat to the bottom of your mouth as you started moving. 

Up and down. 

His whines mingled with the sound of him choking, presumably on his own spit, as his hands alternated between tugging at your hair and smoothing over it. He’s always so careful to try and stay gentle with you, and you flick your tongue against the meaty folds of his tip in thanks. The sound it draws out of him would make you grin, if only your mouth weren’t stuffed. 

Up and down. 

You let saliva pool around your flat tongue as your pace remains steady, one hand against his thigh, tangling in the coarse hair, as the other cups and massages his balls. Thick and heavy in your hands, just like his cock, and it makes you drool even more thinking about him emptying them down your throat. It doesn’t matter that your jawbone aches, your throat burning, the chill of the spit dripping down your chin. 

Up and-

The only warning you get is his feeling his balls flex in your hands before the next second you’re gagging around his cock, trying to cry out at the feeling of his fingers twining tight against your scalp, pulling on your hair. Tears spring unbidden from your eyes as your nose meets his thatch of darker blonde hair, stinging from how firmly the two collided as he held you still, hips bucking wildly as he fucked your mouth to chase his orgasm. Even as the strain becomes dangerously close to too much you don’t urge him to stop, opting to gently massage your fingers against the flesh of his feverishly warm thighs as if to say it’s okay. And it is, you know how he gets so easily worked up, especially with all your teasing. It's really not his fault, you made him like this.

With a few particularly brutal thrusts against your mouth, you feel it when his whole body stretches to its near breaking point. Every muscle beneath the skin seems to flex simultaneously as his balls pulse in your hand, warmth spilling down your throat faster than you can swallow it, forcing some out of the sides of your lips to join the mess running down your chin.

As he whimpers on his come down your head is finally released from his grip, allowing you to swallow thickly before delicately swiping at your face, licking the mixture of fluids from your fingers as your eyes never leave his face. His skin glimmers with a sheen of sweat, the furrow between his brows has yet to relax as he catches his breath, his smile lines emphasized by the way he's panting.

"M'sorry, so sorry-"

You cut him off with a click of your tongue, the sound makes him wince, anticipating punishment. Truthfully you're far too lazy this morning for any proper punishment, but he can indulge your selfishness.

With a sickly saccharine smile you cradle his face as you lay back on your side facing him, brushing your thumb over his cheekbones and watching as he smiles drowsy and content, nuzzling into your palm.

"Silly boy, it's okay this time I know you needed it." Your voice remains soothing. "But mommy needs something from you, you know."

His gaze goes from gooey warmth to sharp and eager before you can finish speaking. Leons always excelled at being a pleaser, and you're not resistant to using that trait to your advantage in certain circumstances.

"Anything," he rasps, grabbing your wrist and pressing a kiss to your pulse, making your heart jump in your chest like an overexcited baby bird. "You deserve to feel good, too."

"Mmm, you're so sweet to me," you muse, words muffled as his lips find yours, hands guiding you on your back this time.

He gives a little uh-huh and you swallow the noise greedily, sucking on his tongue as he slides it between your lips to catch the aftertaste of himself. Predictably, adorably, his calloused hands begin kneading at your breasts as if he really could simply will them to fill out with what you know he truly wants.

"Go ahead, baby," you whisper, a soft smile painting your face as he kisses down the column of your throat, sucks at the skin covering your clavicle in a way you know will leave you with a brand new necklace in the bruise palette of red and purple. A hum of satisfaction spills from your lips as his mouth ends its wet trail at your breast, swirling his tongue around the peaked nipple, giving a few tender experimental nips with his teeth, wrapping his lips around it and settling into an almost cuddly position.

It's alien in a way; you having such an outwardly hardened man, a man arguably more adult than yourself, so wrapped around your finger that he's suckling at your breast with abandon but it's also sweet in its own way. It's taken quite a while for him to grow to this point of comfort with you, too embarrassed about his own desires before you began slowly picking apart his shell, piece by fragile piece. Really you think that his job, whatever it entails, must demand he behave more like an old Templar knight than a modern man.

A life of constant denial is no life at all, and thankfully he was extremely eager to learn that lesson with you.

"Can I touch you?"

You run your fingers through his hair, a kind of half caress. "Always."

Your whisper is met with another smile, albeit more mischievous than you'd like but you don't question his intentions, rather committing yourself to the incoming sensation. As your head tips back against the pillows you feel his own, calloused and rough, sliding down your tummy before his palm comes to rest against your warm cunt, caressing you through the soaked gusset of your panties.

You hadn't even realized you were so wet, the press of the material against your slicked skin stirs excitement low in your abdomen, muscles flexing miniscule yet tight in anticipation of what his fingers might do. His tongue doesn't halt its ministrations on your chest, as if through willpower he could actually get you to start producing milk. The thought makes you giggle, quickly cut off in a moan as he dips two fingers into your arousal, swirling it around, fingers sliding until he bumps against your clit.

The way your hips jerk doesn't escape him, although he doesn't put his fingers on your clit directly, opting to rub the outline of sticky hearts around it as you dig your fingers through his hair. Your other hand lays against his forearm, not stopping him, merely basking in the attention and the slow, loving movements of his finger as the pulsing ache builds up inside you, thrumming through your veins as if you stuck your finger in an electrical socket.

As he pulls away from your breast with a pop you can't help the pout forming on your face, although he's quick to soothe your dissatisfaction as he nips and licks a searing path down your belly, his breath warm and ticklish as it ghosts over your inner thighs while he settles in between your legs on his stomach.

"Love you so much," you say, unfocused gaze locked on his face as your hips wiggle in front of him.

He responds with a firm bite to your thigh, making you gasp and just as your hips lift off the bed his deft hands are sliding the flimsy material down the swell of your ass and pulling them to your feet, yanking them off as they catch against your foot. Barely a second passes before his mouth is on you, that need to please presented center stage as his tongue parts your messy folds.

One strong arm locks you in place over your abdomen, pressing you down so you don't squirm but you don't have the ability to tell him it isn't necessary not when his tongue zeros in exactly where you need him the most. Leons remarkably in tune with your body, so much so you'd think he was also walking around in it day in and day out, always anticipating your reactions and knowing exactly how to pull them out of you when he wanted.

Your baby also possesses a streak for schadenfreude, preferring to watch while you struggle against coming undone. Each swipe of that wet muscle is intentional, no wasted efforts as he rolls your clit around with his tongue, suckling at it just enough to have your toes curling into the blankets and your calves straining below the skin. Your hand stays firm at the back of his neck, however. A constant reminder, like a mother cat hauling kittens around by the scruff.

"Gonna make you feel so good, mommy," he groans against your pussy and the vibration makes your head feel fuzzy suddenly, like your ears are stuffed with cotton. Those delicious fingers easily slide past the fleshy concave of your entrance, your walls eager and excited to accommodate his intrusion, sucking them in as he curls them, pushing and pulling deeper than your own range of motion can ever achieve.

In and out. In and out. In and out. 

An incessant mantra beating against the fragile walls of your skull, pulsing in time with your heartbeat, rushing as quickly as the blood travelling through your circulatoriy system. Another pass of his tongue, firm and flicked, against your swollen clit drags your back into curvature, like a string pulled taut in his hands. Your mouth is open but no sound leaks from it, your vocal chords feel long since fried, like a smoking piece of singed hair. 

In and out. 

Your lungs inflate; spongey, vein covered sacks expanding to the point of pain as they meet the confines of your ribs. Your body feels like a cage he’s trying to coax some unknown creature from. The prickling of numbness in your thighs spreads, down to your kneecaps as your legs shake against his shoulders. His grip is unrelenting, cruel as the bite of cold steel yet as tender as velvet nuzzled against your cheek. 

In and out. 

Your lips move, yet no sound is formed. You aren’t sure what you’re trying to say, it feels like you lost the ability to form complex speech, maybe you never had it all. Maybe this is all that has ever existed. 

In and-

Staticky streaks of grey and white erupt behind your eyelids, screwed shut as your back arches, your fingers twisted in a white knuckle grip against the rumpled blankets. A silent wail, the body caught in free fall as stars bloom inside your head, the world collapsing in on itself as he never stops sucking, flicking his tongue against your clit like a drum beat marking time as you're flung to the far edges of your consciousness.

As you regain your voice, babbling in broken, breathy hitches he continues lavishing your throbbing clit, movements slowing in the smallest intervals. The pleasure ebbs into pain so rapidly it could give you whiplash, squeezing your thighs around his head in warning.

"Too much, s'too much baby," you pant, slurring, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.

At your plea he does slow down, placing languid kisses against your puffy clit and nuzzling against your thigh, his stubble scratchy and grounding as your chest heaves. In the sunlight you feel like a lazy housecat, all stretched out and boneless, satisfaction rolling off you in waves as the brief flash of overstimulated pain clears.

A smirk crawls over your face as you feel him push your legs up more, rolling you upwards a bit by the hips until your ass is presented to him, legs still splayed while his hands cup and knead your cheeks. With a hum he dips back down, tongue sliding over the ring of muscle, experimentally prodding at your ass with messy slurps. You feel dizzy, incorporeal and weightless as your head rolls to the side, pillow mushing your cheek and hair tickling your nose as you lazily grip the backs of your thighs.

Leon eats ass for his own pleasure, you found that out fairly early. Turns out oral and anal fixations go hand in hand when it comes to him, any part of your body he can put his mouth on, really. You smile to yourself feeling his movements pick up speed, noticing the way he draws one hand away and you know without even looking that he's tugging at himself, your poor baby all leaky and needy again.

He whines against your hole, lapping at you still while you glance down, seeing his starry blue eyes begging you. He's been wonderfully adorable this morning, probably got so pent up while he was away, so you acquiesce.

"Can fuck mommy all you want, been so good to me." The words come out so lackadaisical it even surprises you a bit, but really, how could you say no when he looks like a little puppy begging for a treat?

You wonder, consistently, how he has such good stamina for a man in his forties. Men you'd been with previously always had little to no refractory period, always one selfish round of barely any fun. As his fingers inch inside the tight ring of flesh you sigh, holding your legs a little tighter to your chest you can't help but squeal. Leon couldn't be more different, in every regard.

The build up makes you bite down on your bottom lip, feeling the brief burn of your hole accepting his fingers as he lets strings of spit slide in a glittering rope from his mouth, dripping on your ass and squelching as his fingers drive it inside, over and over. Whines spill from your own mouth, unintelligible cries for him to give you more, give you everything.

Thankfully he doesn't have much patience for playing with you this morning, his own needs clearly driving his actions and you appreciate the selfishness. It means your own can be fed sooner as he takes his cock back in hand, giving you another perfect view of his girth as he slides it between your cheeks, over your soaked pussy, teasing himself just a little more. Before you get impatient he's pushing his pink twinged head against your hole with his thumb, making your mouth gape again feeling it squeeze inside centimeter by centimeter.

With an internal pop he gets past the initial ring, letting the tip sit heavy and thick inside you as you acclimate.

"Fuck, fuck- your ass is so perfect," he says it through gritted teeth as he bottoms out, hands pressing on the backs of your thighs so hard you can feel the pressure in your ribcage and those heavy balls sitting perfectly against you.

Your eyes roll back, drool dribbling from the corner of your mouth as he immediately sets a firm pace, harsh rhythm making your body bounce with each thrust like you're nothing but a ragdoll in his grasp.

The symphony playing in your bedroom is an ode to perversion; the obscene melody of your wheezed moans, the smack of his balls against you, his own barely legible babbling, all of it clashes in an overwhelming din, like cannon fire in your ears the blood rushes hard and fast through your brain as your body is pushed further and further into the mattress.

"Need to cum inside, god please let me cum inside mommy - shit," he's gasping, ragged as a marathon runner, blue eyes blown wide and his jaw slack as he drives into you again, again, again, cock pulsing inside you as you feel thick spurts of gooey warmth filling you up, threatening to squeeze out. Leon collapses on top of you unceremoniously, hips still spasming and grinding as he fucks cum even deeper inside, your hole fluttering and sore from his reckless pace.

Your hands, clammy with sweat, skip against the skin of his back as you rub soothing circles against his shoulders. He feels like he's on fire, a smoldering heap of embers covering you as he gasps against your chest, head buried between your breasts, already mouthing at them as he whimpers.

"It's okay," you coo, shushing him and guiding his wet, needy mouth back to your nipple. His eyes flutter shut, the picture of innocence, as he latches on and suckles at your breast, hips still moving in a faint circular rhythm as he keeps his semi stuffed inside you, the only sounds left in the bedroom being the occasional squelch of cum being pushed back inside your ass and the slurping at your nipple.

The sweat quickly settles balmy against your skin as you continue to absentmindedly stroke his back, his neck, card fingers through his tangled bangs. His spent balls feel comforting as they rest against your ass, the warm heft only adding to the full body coziness of having him on top of you.

Even grown men still have their milk teeth.

[yourgentlegirlfriend]

canon conversation with reader and Vandetta/ID leon because i love older men and i can’t rn i’m dizzy i need him so bad i need him I NEEDDDD

implied smut themes and mid sex convo ughhhh

“Yes Rebecca, I know I told him too. You know how he is.”

Leon’s eyebrow raised as he looked up from his paperwork, sitting at his desk in his black shirt that hugs his arms so fucking good. You bit at your lip as you leaned against his door frame, you had been on the phone with Rebecca for almost an hour and it had already put him in a bad mood.

“Okay Bec, I love you i’ll call you tomorrow.. okay bye.”

Leon shook his head as you hung up, shoving your phone in your pocket.

“Rebecca and me say you’re old.”

You nodded as you look at your nails, smiling before Leon let out a chuckle, signing his paperwork before flipping to the next page. Your eyes rolled as you watched him blatantly ignore you.

“Ugh, fine. Okay, old man.”

Leon let that pretty smile grow on his face, pointing towards the kitchen.

“Get me water please sweetheart.”

a small mhm! left your lips as you happily walked to the kitchen.

——

Leon had you caged under him, your legs squished to your chest as loud moans poured from your pretty lips. Both of his arms next to your head as he leaned his head back, focusing on the deep thrusts into your sweet cunt.

“Please baby, m’ close so close.”

The words rolled from your lips but your cheeks were squished mid sentence as his hand grabbed at your face, leaning down to press his forehead to yours.

“You like to make fun of me with my friends, yeah? Call me old hm? This old man fucks you better than anyone else, remember that you fucking whore.”

Leon spat as he pushed your face down to the side of the mattress, another loud cry leaving your lips as he snapped his hips into you faster.

——-

SORRY GUYSSSSS IT WAS TO GOOD NOT TO WRITE.

[darkfaethedestroyer]

I'm very normal about him :')

[fawnsflowerbed]

Vendetta Leon + Death Island Leon the type of mfer who picks up on your safety snacks so part of aftercare is cuddling and soft kisses but then it’s him just randomly walking off like hello sir where are you going and this bitch comes back with water and a bowl of like pretzels and cookies and shit of your safe little snack foods and goes ‘Eat.’

that man knows you’re tired and your back hurts and your legs are shaking because of HIM and he will be DAMNED if he does not help you settle in!!!

[hades-in-bloom]

A Swim | Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

I somehow had it on repeat while writing *cracks up*

summary: Colorado wasn’t the only self-indulgent vacation that Kennedy took before he found a road to sobriety. When the world is the oyster, Bangkok is the pearl.

content: cheesy af (help me), older Leon, drunkard Leon, thus mentions of alcoholism; mentions of/implied thoughts of suicide, kinda light angst (obviously); Hunnigan with an agenda; gn! and a tad bossy reader with Interpol background; heavy sexual tension, swearing

author’s note: that was unplanned and uncalled for, proceed at your own risk. Also, I need to scream about the man in Death Island. Omfg.

if you’re a minor, go away <3

love y’all, you beautiful souls

xoxo

***

Ingrid called you in the middle of the night, reassuring that only you could track down the infamous Leon S. Kennedy. You breathed out a sleepy “…Why?” and got a response that you could barely consider an explanation. He took a vacation, Hunnigan said. He seemed to disappear, and she needed him back immediately. You could not see her face, but you could hear a pretty please in her voice.

“I am not even under D.S.O. command.” You groaned lightly. You have been working with several D.S.O. agents for the past couple of years, particularly with agent Kennedy, but you have been directly reporting to Interpol instead.

“I have already cleared you for this assignment,” Ingrid confessed. You stayed silent for a moment and then sighed. There wasn’t anything that Hunnigan could not do, after all. “He trusts you.”

As for you, Leon Kennedy trusted no one, but you wouldn’t get into this argument.

“Where was he seen last time?” You pulled yourself out of bed and walked towards the pair of jeans that were casually hanging from the only chair present in your room.

“Ingrid?” You called again when radio silence was your answer.

“We assume he is Bangkok, Thailand, since two days ago.” You sensed a touch of guilt in Hunnigan’s voice. “You have already been booked for a commercial flight.”

It took your tired brain a bit of time to do the math.

“Isn’t it like fifteen hours or so from JFK?” You inquired, genuinely concerned.

“Twenty hours,” Ingrid confirmed mercilessly. “You need to be at the airport within an hour.”

Rushing to your wardrobe, you devotedly cursed Kennedy to the high heavens.

***

Bangkok was hot. Your shirt became almost transparent in minutes and now felt like a second skin clinging to your body. You didn’t like it. You didn’t like any of it. Not until you find the son of a bitch, Kennedy, who went rogue due to no particular reason and made a decision to vacay on the other side of the planet Earth.

The taxi driver that you hailed on the street was painfully chatty, thanks to your creeping headache, but your suffering was about to end when your cab stopped in the middle of the road abruptly.

“That’s the place.” The driver told you in broken English, and you swiftly left the creaking vehicle that smelled of cheap cigarettes and incense.

The place was a dimly lit bar with little to no likable people inside. Damned Leon S. Kennedy was occupying one of the bar stools but was also spearheading the list of human beings that you felt no sympathy for at this particular moment.

He was drunk. You knew he appreciated his liquor, but you had never seen him even close to the condition he was in right now.

You briefly messaged Hunnigan that you have just found her “runaway bride” before shortening the distance to Leon’s chair. He made no effort to check out the newcomer, and you took it to your advantage.

“Surprise, you asshole.” You greeted him coldly. The agent blinked; you could see gears turn inside his intoxicated head while he was trying to identify you.

Finally, he grunted.

“The heck are you doing here?” His voice was hoarse. You blamed it all on some cheap brandy in his whiskey glass. “I am on vacation.”

“Your vacation is my vacation now, too, after Hunnigan made me fly twenty fuckin’ hours to find you.” You grimaced and took over the closest seat to Leon. He looked annoyed. You didn’t care.

“You look like you’ve had enough.” You concluded, having his drinking spree in mind.

He let out a drunken laugh that was devoid of joy. “What’s it to you if I have? I can take care of myself.” He scoffed and slurred his words a little.

A stubborn dumbass—you let out a heavy, irritated sigh. You felt your heat-infused headache intensifying.

“You cannot.” You gave him an unimpressed look. “At least I don’t consider it self-care when one drinks himself to death.” That was harsh, you thought. But right now he probably deserved it.

Your comment seemed to strike a chord with him.

“I told you I can take care of myself!” He raised his voice slightly, and some of the patrons looked over.

Jesus Christ. You wouldn’t consider yourself religious, though.

“How are you planning to take care of yourself?” You raised your voice slightly, too, giving him an unappreciative look. Suddenly, you quietly snapped. “I don’t know what you are thinking, Kennedy, but this is not a vacation. That’s a bloody suicide waiting to happen.”

You have seen alcoholics in your line of work before, and it didn’t matter what Leon thought of himself in this situation – but he looked like one.

To your surprise, he went silent, visibly taken aback. He blinked; there was a noticeable glimmer of confusion in Leon’s eyes.

Did not he realize that he was hurting himself this much?

“I’m fine…” Kennedy groaned, although his denial was slowly crumbling. “I’ll be fine…”

You could see he fought it – the alcohol numbed his feelings, but now, with a glimpse of sanity, they seemed to return to him in droves.

You watched him in awkward silence while he was babysitting his demons until he looked at you, both headstrong…

… and embarrassed?

“I swear, it would be better if Hunnigan sent some D.S.O. shrink, not you.” He grunted in disappointment, unwillingly sobering up. This vacation was over.

“Ingrid is worried about you.” You muttered, then scoffed. “And I’m your witness, Leon – you haven’t been fine in years. I know you long enough.”

He didn’t have to like what you said, but you thought he needed to hear this.

Leon gave you a dirty look. How could you see through him? The rest was tiptoeing around his alcoholism for ages, nurturing his drunken arrogance. You might not be nice, but what the others did was not kind.

The man cursed and fumblingly pulled his wallet out of the back pocket of his Hawaiian-looking shorts; these made you stifle a chuckle. The image of invincible Leon S. Kennedy looking like this would be imprinted into your brain forever and ever.

He threw a few – too many – bills in local currency on the table and got himself up heavily from the bar stool. Now he towered over you grumpily. “What a buzzkill you are,” he mumbled, and you could smell that cheap brandy you noticed before on his breath.

You smirked, showing no remorse. “Let’s get you a cab, handsome.”

***

He stayed in one of the hotels right at the beach, and, stepping out of the taxi, you froze for a second, enjoying the view.

“That's one thing people got right about Thailand; it's beautiful here.” Leon hummed, approaching you from behind.

You still had your gaze fixed on the curves of the twilight bay when Kennedy spoke again. “You're right... I haven't been fine in years.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, making no attempts to hide your flabbergasted facial expression. Was this man admitting that he was wrong?..

Then pigs were about to start flying.

But Leon kept going.

“Do you want to know what's been happening in my head... How badly have things affected me?”

Was he even drunker than you thought?

“Yes, you dumbass.” You replied softly. Whether it was Ingrid’s push or not, Hunnigan was not the only one who cared about Leon to follow him around the globe.

The man walked towards the seashore, letting the waves lick his feet.

“My mind is so chaotic these days,” Kennedy admitted; his voice was barely a whisper. “Sometimes, I even lose sleep at night because of the nightmares of...”

Leon hesitated. You didn’t nudge, afraid of ruining his mood. He has already called you a buzzkill once.

At last, he sighed. Why was it so hard to talk about it?

“I made promises I couldn’t keep; that’s all you need to know.” Leon summed it up without looking at you. Did he really want to talk about it? You followed his tired, unfocused gaze, staring at the horizon.

“How about a swim?” Your suggestion came out of nowhere. You tilted your head, waiting for his response, and he glanced at you, confused, for the first time in the past moments.

Leon then let out a laugh in a drunken manner. “What? Now? In my state? I'll sink straight to the bottom.”

“You decided to vacation in Thailand – and not to swim?” You rolled your eyes at him jokingly and pulled him by his wrist. “Come on, Kennedy.” You begged. You might have been a tad aggressive back then, in the bar, but now…

You thought he deserved a break.

Leon groaned slightly but didn’t fight it, tagging along behind you. He felt a little dizzy; the cheapness of the served brandy was finally getting to him. Despite it all, he scoffed, his tone friendlier than before. “You are not going to let me forget that I am on vacation here, are you?”

You smirked, stepping into the gentle ocean waters and shamelessly ignoring his question. “We are not going to go far. I won’t let you drown, Kennedy.”

He smirked. “I trust you.” Oh, did he? Suddenly, shivers ran down your spine when you recalled Hannigan’s words. Why were you special?

You submerged in the water further with no regard to your clothes, now soaking wet. Leon, to your amusement, did the same.

“That should help with your hangover tomorrow.” You gave him a dirty look, and he huffed out a laugh.

“What's with all the dirty looks you've been giving me all day? You think I deserve it?”

“Oh, you deserve all of them.” You snorted - right before he pulled you by the waist, making you scoff out of surprise. You froze, barely reaching his chin covered with two-day stubble.

“You are drunk, Kennedy.” You reminded him softly, still making no attempts to leave his embrace. His intense gaze was trained on you.

“I'm not that drunk,” he scoffed, a grin forming on his lips. What the heck was going on?

“Oh, you are that drunk, Kennedy.” You smirked at him.

And then you felt it; his lips crashed into yours. Unconsciously, your hand darted to his hair, playing with the dirty blonde strands. A soft moan escaped your lips.

What were you thinking? It felt so wrong; you have been partners for years, and you didn’t like to mix work and pleasure. And if he had an excuse, let alone an awful one, to kiss you, you had none.

It felt so good, though.

Leon pulled away from your lips only when your lungs started to burn with a lack of air. His grin was too cheeky for your liking.

“You don't mind spending the night with me, do you?” The audacity.

You smirked. “I’ll spend a night with you when you sober up, handsome.” Otherwise, one of you might have regretted it – while him standing in front of you with wet hair and a soaked-up t-shirt made you hot and bothered. Damn, that man was fine. One way or another, at least.

“You should get to bed, Kennedy.” … And sleep through that hangover.

“Just one more…” He mumbled—one more taste of your lips. “... For today.”

Liar. So you whined into his lips softly when he kissed you again. And again.

Forcing yourself out of the water later, you looked at the boiling ocean; the waves crashed against each other as the sun set behind them. It took you all your willpower to let go of him this evening, and the only thought that brought you peace was that he was suffering at the loss of contact as much as you were.

***

You called him the following morning when you were making yourself a coffee.

“Hey.” Your lips curved into a smile. “How is your hangover, handsome?”

Leon, barely awake, first laughed, then groaned, and there was an audibly sound note of hangover in his voice, too.

“A dreadful headache... And I can still taste you on my lips, which doesn't help.” Your breath hitched. His comment about him tasting you stained your cheeks bright pink.

He yawned. “…I feel like crap.”

You mischievously bit your lip, although your tone was innocent. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

Leon, no doubt, knew precisely what would make him feel better right now.