age gap (20-30’s), manhandling, a lil bit of anal, overstim, oral, client fem!reader, post re4
bodyguard! leon s. kennedy who was reluctant yet relieved when he heard his next mission was a protection focused—not rescue. Relieved because it wasn’t heavy, reluctant because it was yet another young woman from a prestigious family. Regardless, he convinced himself to preserver and push through. It was just another time limited bodyguard job, after all. Unrelated to bioweapons.
bodyguard! leon s. kennedy who could barely keep his eyes lined to a modest degree when he first met you. Gloved hands clenched by his side and giving you a hard stare—at least that was what you saw. In reality, it was just his gaze raking through your figure and schooling his expression to poker face. The face of the stern man he naturally showed before, just forced. As stunning as you were, you were young. Much too young for someone like him. The thing is, the age gap didn’t seem to bother you with how bold you were with your advances.
bodyguard! leon s. kennedy who found himself to be a natural at the job that annoyed him most, protection. Somehow he found himself doing it without having to remind himself every 10 minutes. Every move you took, the location and time, he kept track of you smoothly. Checking up on you was routine, even finding himself comfortable enough to stay in a room with you, taking mental notes of every habit and detail of you in your daily life. ‘A fucking princess’, he thought. A very pretty, sexy one, that squeaks at every time he closes the distance between you two, or even when he catches you staring at his muscles when he takes off his jacket. ‘Tsk, adorable little thing.’
bodyguard! leon s. kennedy who followed you to one of the large office buildings your daddy owns and his office since you were supposedly called to be there. ‘Pretty girl doesn’t realise I know her father’s schedule,’ he purred internally, tapping a finger on his bicep with his arms crossed. He was undeniably pleased, and gladly following along with your antics.
bodyguard! leon s. kennedy who has you laying flat on your father’s desk table merely minutes after entering to spacious, silent office. Now he’s just on his knees, head buried between your thighs and legs hung over his shoulder. Your moans mingled with the lewd slurps and squelches his tongue made making out with your wet pussy. He’d keep you to that same position til your nth orgasm, til his face was dripping with sprays of your sweet nectar that he failed to catch on his tongue whenever you squirted. And he gave your swollen folds deserving slaps for that, growling lowly against your soft skin of your inner thigh between his love bites to scold you for cumming without permission.
bodyguard! leon s. kennedy who rise back to his feet and wipe his lower face with the back of his hand, hips grinding onto you, making sure you felt how hard you made him with all those moans and high-pitched cries for his name. He would keep your trembling legs hung over his shoulders, hugging them with an arm while his other hand made quick work to unzip his fly and push his pants down just enough to take out his cock already slick with precum. With the same hand, he’d pump his cock a few times before aligning the tip to your damp folds, sensitive from him devouring you earlier. Pushing forward, he’d notch the broad tip past your entrance before slamming his hips in one swift thrust, burying himself to the hilt. He couldn’t miss the way your back arched when he did so, no doubt overwhelmed with the onslaught pleasure
bodyguard! leon s. kennedy who’d start fucking you in a impatient pace, his initial effort to go slow and steady failing miserably when your tight channel tightened around him with each thrust that only grew more unforgiving with the second. ‘Absolutely perfect, fuck. Your face’s so beautiful like this, baby— fucked out on my dick, yeah?’ His free hand would occasionally roam your body, reaching out to your chest to find your breast spilling from your bra, fingers slipping beneath the restrictions to grab the soft mound and give it eager squeezes while ramming your squelching pussy with his single-minded goal to chase your orgasm and his own. He’d withdraw that same hand on your tit to find the globe of your ass, digging his fingers deep into soft flesh enough to leave crescent shaped marks whenever he shifts his hold.
bodyguard! leon s. kennedy who’d move his thumb delve past between the cleft of your ass to circle the puckered hole right beneath your stretched out pussy, the unfamiliar contact making you thrash in panic, babbling pleas for him to leave that part alone, spilling barely coherent mumbles saying you’ve never been touched there. Yet your cries only surged him on, making more determined for him to give you your first experience. He coo praises at you between his heavy pants, assuring you that you’re doing so well and that it’d feel good, coaxing you to relax and getting you to trust him with locked gazes and few nods.
bodyguard! leon s. kennedy whose thrusts became shallow and eager when he feels the tell tales of his orgasm, balls tightening with the familiar tingle up his spine, his hold on your legs tightening to pull you impossibly closer to him. Only then did he finally push his digit past the tight rim of your untouched hole, making you squirm and writhe beneath him. He’d slam his hips into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt, distracting you from the unfamiliar intrusion with the feeling of his cock throbbing uncontrollably around the spasming walls of your cunt, inches away from your own orgasm. You’d reach out to his muscular forearms hugging your legs to hold onto him, nails clawing on his skin to ground yourself for your incoming climax. And when you both finally reach ecstasy, the lewd symphony of your shared cries filled the vacant office along with the erotic splats of his thick semen oozing from your filled cunt falling to the floor. His body collapses onto yours, your father’s previously organised desk now a makeshift bed for sweat sheened tangled limbs of you and your beloved bodyguard with no one but the scattered documents as your witness.
a/n. first time writing for resident evil/leon, im sorry for the ooc-ness💔💔 also tumblr ate my initially written ending so this one’s a bit wonky sorruy
