Hello!! I'm Ally, a long time reader on this app but I've finally been compelled to make my own blog! This is my first time ever writing/making posts on here so please bare with me while I try to familiarize myself. Any tips/tricks would be greatly appreciated the more I start to post on here! Thanks for taking the time to check me out and I hope you enjoy! <3
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What's Left of Him re4r!Leon x fem!reader
Picking Up The Pieces re4r!Leon x fem!reader (part 2 of WLOH)
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hi everyone!! thank you so much for all the love on my two most recent works!! if you missed the note on my latest post, iâve decided to make a taglist! if youâd like to be added, comment on this post and iâll be sure to add you âşď¸ if you already commented on my other post no need to comment again you will already be added.
Leon Kennedy x f!reader (can imagine any version of Leon for this)
summary: your day out in the sun gets interrupted by a large cloud.
wc: 2k
content warning: minor implications of sexual themes, mostly just teeth rotting fluff, no use of y/n
note: something short and sweet for celebrating 100 followers!! thank you guys SO MUCH it truly blows my mind!! it's finally getting warm where i live and of course i was imagining this while i was out tanning in my backyard LOL
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It was hot today. There was a heatwave going on, and everyone was taking advantage of the hot weather. People were walking outside, going to the community pool, going for ice cream, or lying in the sun to start a good tan, like you.
You were in the backyard, sprawled on a lounge chair under the hot, blistering sun. You had the speaker going with music, a fruity cocktail on the table next to you, and a book you had just put down when you went to flip on your back.Â
It was times like these where you wished you had pushed Leon more on getting a pool installed in the backyard. He said it would never get used, with the two of you away for work so often, and you would be the one making him clean it everyday. But now here you were, absolutely dripping with sweat, hair sticking to the back of your neck as you endured the sun for a baseline tan.Â
You took a sip of your cocktail, the condensation from the glass dripping onto your stomach as you leaned up to take a sip. You were in the skimpiest bikini you had, you wanted the least amount of tan lines and the most surface area of skin golden brown as possible. Your skin was so hot you barely felt the cool droplets splash on your tummy, evaporating almost immediately.Â
You put your drink back down, and settled into the lounge chair on your back as you prepared to tan your front. You closed your eyes, the sun being far too bright to keep them open to read, and just listened to the music.Â
When youâd tan, and you didnât have anything to distract your mind, it would imagine away. You thought about Leon; wondering if he would get home from work early, surprise you with an iced coffee he got on the way, youâd make dinner and eat it on the patio as you watched the sun go down for the day.
You wished he also had the day off. You hated wasting beautiful days like these, especially cooped up in that office building where the AC would blast that stale air and sit under those horrific fluorescent lights. But you hated the most that Leon wasnât here to enjoy it with you.Â
Youâd never catch him tanning next to you, claiming he didnât need to cook under the sun to get some colour on his Italian skin, but he would be outside with you. Whether it was doing yard work, using his weight set, or cooking something on the grill, he would take advantage of the nice weather just as much as you.Â
You sighed, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand as you felt sweat cascading down it. You could feel your skin begin to burn, the heat of the sun almost reaching your bones, and you decided a couple more minutes before youâd head back inside for a cold shower.
With your eyes still closed, you hummed along to the music as one of your favourite songs queued up, stretching your limbs against the chair. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a large shadow cast over you, blocking the sun and instantly cooling you off. You frowned, wondering where the hell this cloud came from as the sky was completely blue.
âWhat happened to the sun?â You muttered, lifting a hand up to your forehead to act as a shield for your eyes. You open them, and although it takes a second for your eyes to adjust, there was no cloud.Â
In front of you was a large, man shaped outline blocking the sun. But it wasnât any man, it was Leon.
His suit jacket was hung over his arm, white shirt unbuttoned almost all the way, tie loosened and hung around his neck lazily. He held his briefcase in one hand, and in the other, like he had read your mind, was an iced coffee.Â
He had seen you not too long after he got home. He called out your name after not hearing the tv going in the living room, or after peeking into your shared bedroom. It wasnât until he looked out the kitchen window, where he saw you.
His eyes widened as you practically glowed in the sun, skin glistening with sweat, tits practically spilling out of your bikini top. A smile formed on his face as he watched you from the house, how peaceful you looked lying in the backyard and enjoying the beautiful weather.Â
Although the two of you worked together, and would go to and from work together most of the time, there was nothing Leon enjoyed more than coming home to you. He loved walking through the front door, smelling dinner being cooked in the kitchen, or even just catching you having a nap on the couch with a movie playing quietly in the living room.
He just loved knowing there was somebody at home waiting for him. After so long of him being by himself, having nothing consistent in his life, it was a good feeling for him to see your gorgeous face everyday.
He didnât even think to put his things down as he took off out the back door, striding across the backyard to where your lounge chair was set up on the grass. He smiled as he approached you, not even noticing as he stepped through the grass, the ice in your coffee rattling as he walked.Â
âHaving fun without me?âÂ
You smiled wide, like a dream came true. You sat up on the lounge chair, extending your arm to reach for the coffee.
âYouâre home early!â Leon leaned down to hand you the drink, smiling softly. You could see the sweat forming on his forehead, his hair pushed back further than he usually styles it, as if he had been trying to get it out of his face due to the heat.
âFinished up quickly today,â he leaned down further to place a quick kiss on your lips, âlooks like youâre having a good day.âÂ
You smiled into his kiss, grabbing onto Leonâs loosened tie to pull him down on the end of the lounge chair.
âBetter now that youâre here,â you twirled the tie around your hand, taking a sip of the coffee, âcome tan with me?âÂ
Leon chuckled, running his hand through his sweat soaked blond hair, âI donât know, sweetheart. Not really my thing.âÂ
You pouted your lip, scootching further down on the lounge chair until your sticky thighs pressed against Leonâs slacks.
âCâmon, please? Iâm almost done anyways, only for a half hour.â You put on your best pleading face, batting your eyelashes and scratching his thighs with your nails. And how could he say no to you?
âAlright, thirty minutes is all you get,â Leon grumbles, giving you a peck on the cheek before getting up from the chair and heading back inside. You squealed a thank you, settling back down on the chair as you waited for Leon to come back outside.
You could hardly miss the sound of the backdoor creaking open, and Leonâs newly changed figure walking towards you.
He had only his black swim trunks on, the inseam hitting his mid thigh just how you liked it, and black sunglasses to match. You ogled his bare chest, muscles rippling under his sweat slicked skin with each step he took. You didnât hide the way you were looking at him, eyes half lidded and tongue jetting out to lick your bottom lip.
As Leon got closer, he playfully scoffed at your hungry expression, âYouâre gonna catch flies with your mouth hanging open like that,â he grabbed the second lounge chair and pulled it closer to yours, settling down on it.
âExcuse me for admiring my handsome boyfriend,â you raised your hands in protest, watching as Leon laid down on the chair, sunglasses resting on the lower bridge of his nose. His head turned to look at you, trying hard to hide a smirk.
âIâll let it slide this time.â You laughed, shutting your eyes to focus on the last thirty minutes of tanning.Â
You had an easy time just relaxing your muscles, listening to the music playing softly through the speaker as you felt the sun heating up your skin.
Leon, on the other hand, was going crazy. He was never good at staying still for very long, so tasking him to just lay down and relax was a lot harder than it shouldâve been.Â
He kept shifting around in his chair, opening his eyes to look over at you lying still, pretending you didnât notice Leonâs inability to settle down. He watched the way your chest rose and fell, your hair draping behind your shoulders, and the faint tan lines starting to form under your bikini.Â
He smiled as he got an idea. He quietly rose from the lounge chair, and slid it next to yours as close as he possibly could. Your brows furrowed as you felt the chair bump the side of yours, and gasped once Leonâs weight crushed the side of you.
You fell into a fit of giggles as Leon wrapped his strong arms around your waist, not caring how absolutely sweaty you were.Â
âLeon! Iâm trying to tan!â You said in between laughs, your hands trying to pry his off of your stomach to which you were unsuccessful. Leon just hummed, his lips meeting your neck and planting sloppy kisses along it.
âAnd Iâm bored, donât like sitting so far away from you.â You turned your head towards him to kiss his lips, smiling uncontrollably as he kissed you back hungrily, hands kneading into the skin of your waist.
Leave it to Leon to interrupt your peace, not being able to handle at most ten minutes of relaxation. But you wouldnât have it any other way.
âOkay, okay,â you mumbled against his lips, pulling back just enough to look at his face. His sunglasses were still on, seeing the reflection of yourself through them, and his nose and cheeks were only the slightest bit pink from the sun. âYou win. No more tanning.â
âWell itâs not that bad now,â he muttered, tilting his head down to rest on your shoulder. With the heat that was radiating off the sun, and from Leonâs body, you thought you were going to melt. You could feel your skin stick to his, the sweat dripping down your face now not enjoyable whatsoever.
âNow Iâm gonna melt,â you groan, grabbing ahold of Leonâs head to pull it off your shoulder, âI think itâs time for a shower.âÂ
Leonâs head perked up, brows raising, and a toothy grin on his face, âI like the sound of that.â
âOf course you do,â you giggle, kissing his lips one more time before sitting up on the lounge chair.
The rest of the day turned out exactly how you pictured it, with a couple bonuses. The two of you had a shower, washing off the sweat from your bodies which inevitably turned into Leon throwing your leg over his shoulder as he dove nose first into your thighs.Â
After a much longer shower than necessary, the two of you began to work on dinner, pleasantly chatting about work as Leon chopped vegetables and you stirred a pot over the stove.
You ate dinner on the back patio, sitting side by side as you silently watched the sun go down, painting the sky in shades of pink, orange, and purple. Leon kept a firm hand on your thigh as he ate, muttering quiet thank yous as he finished his plate in record time.Â
As the sun finally went down and the stars came out to illuminate the night sky, you pointed out different constellations for Leon, cuddled right up next to him in your coziest pyjamas.Â
The night had finally come to an end; the two of you were tangled in bed together, Leonâs chest pressed up against your back, arms wrapped tight around your waist and his face buried in the back of your neck.Â
As you shut your eyes to drift off to sleep, all you could do was think about just how absolutely grateful you were for the life you had.Â
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re2r!Leon Kennedy x f!reader
summary: at a crowded frat party you never wanted to attend, all you hope for is one night away from textbooks, stress, and the growing pressure of being the only inexperienced person left in college.
wc: 12.4k
content warning: SMUT MDNI!, inexperienced (virgin) reader, anxious reader, use of y/n, alcohol consumption, swearing, fingering (f receiving), protected p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), aftercare <3
note: there's genuinely nothing cuter than my baby re2 leon. guys i was kicking my feet and giggling writing this IT'S JUST SO CUTE ARGHH!! also i swear i tried to make this shorter but i don't know what got ahold of me...
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âCome on, y/n! Get your head out of your books for once and come with me tonight!â
Your dormmate and best friend, Claire pleaded next to you. She was leaned up against your desk, where you were sitting in front of two different ten pound textbooks, writing in a notebook.
âLook Claire, if I could I would. But my midterm is in two days-â
â-Exactly! You can spare one of those days to come out tonight. Think of it as a break between studying,â Claire tried to convince.Â
It was a Saturday afternoon, in the thick of midterm exams, the leaves on campus slowly beginning to turn colours and gracefully shed off the trees. You were captivated in your studies, as one of your biggest exams was only a couple days away. Being in the program you were in, it was hard to find free time for yourself. Most of your days were spent taking notes, practicing review, and rinse and repeat.
To say you werenât struggling would be a lie. You knew college was going to be difficult, but this was on a whole other level. You couldnât afford to miss a day of lecture or you would be completely behind, and donât even think about trying to study the night before your exam.
But hey, thatâs what it took to get a well paying career these days, right?Â
It also didnât help that Claire, your dormmate that was assigned to you at random when you moved in, was in a completely different program than you. She understood that you needed your time to do your work, but when it came to a massive frat party being thrown, like tonight, there were no excuses.
âPlease, itâs my brotherâs first party that heâs throwing as President, and I promised him I would invite as many people as I could,â Claire begs, closing your notebook on top of your hand. You audibly sigh, and finally meet her gaze.
âI donât think one person will make much of a difference,â you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest. Claireâs eyebrows furrow together, her bottom lip pouting.Â
ây/n⌠it wonât be nearly as fun if you donât come with me!â She got onto her knees in front of you, her hands gripping both of your thighs in desperation. You would think she was a drama major by her performance right now.
You can see her brain working, coming up with one final way to convince you to get out. Her eyes light up, a wide, toothy grin covering her face.
âI know,â she begins, getting up from her knees and walking towards the middle of your shared room, âwe can complete number eight on your bucket list tonight.âÂ
She points to a giant poster that you and Claire had made, stuck on the wall in between your beds. The poster read âY/N AND CLAIREâS COLLEGE BUCKET LISTâ in big, bold sparkly letters at the top.
It was an exercise that your residence assistant had you guys work on to get to know one another, but as the two of you got to know each other more, the list got more unhinged.Â
It started with, âtry every dining hall on campusâ, and âmeet each of your professors for each classâ. But then the two of you brought it back to your dorm, and came up with some real bucket list goals.
Claire had some for herself, like âtry a keg stand for the first timeâ or âgo skinny dipping at the pierâ. Your goals were less ambitious than hers, as you were quite a lot less experienced than her. But for you, it was way out of your comfort zone.
Your goals consisted of âstay out all night partyingâ, âsneak out to the football field at nightâ, and of course, goal number eight.
âLose your virginityâ
The words stuck out at you like a sore thumb. All throughout school, you never really had a boyfriend. You always prioritized your studies, your friends, it never really crossed your mind.
But now youâre in college, and the closest youâve ever been romantically with someone is a cheesy game of spin the bottle in high school.
For the longest time, it felt like the person you were to âgive your virginity toâ had to be someone special. The timing had to be perfect, detail orientated, and with someone you were in a relationship with. And truth be told, you did still somewhat feel that way. You kept telling yourself if Iâve gone this long, I can wait a little longer, but time is running out.
Being dormmates with Claire really put things in perspective for you. The two of you were at opposite ends of your lives in that area, she had all of her âfirstsâ a long time ago and was definitely more spontaneous than you.
She would never pressure you into anything, but she helped you realize that your first time having sex is never usually a pleasant experience no matter who itâs with. So it was better to get it done and over with, as she had put it, so youâre not so nervous to do it with your first partner.
Your eyes widened, jaw slacked as you followed Claireâs finger to the poster.Â
âNo way Claire. Nuh-uh.âÂ
Claire sighed dramatically, planting her hands on her hips.
ây/n, you said you didnât care who you lost your v-card to. I donât see how tonight isnât the best possible night to do so!â You run your fingers through your hair anxiously, head spinning with thoughts.
You had been studying for days already, your brain feeling impossibly full with material. As much as you didnât want to admit it, Claire was right. A house full of frat guys, unlimited alcohol supply, and a chance to put the textbooks down. What could possibly go wrong?
âFine, Iâll go. But Iâm not promising anything-â
You were interrupted by high pitched squealing, and a strong hug around your shoulders.
âThank you thank you! We are going to find you the perfect frat boy to hook up with tonight!â Claire ran to her closet, already beginning to plan out her outfit for the party.Â
You sighed, closing your textbooks for the day. This would be the first frat party youâve attended in college, and to say you didnât know what to expect would be an understatement. You just hoped you didnât make a bad decision, and worst comes to worst, you just cling to Claireâs arm all night.
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From the moment you stepped into the frat house, you figured the former had come true tonight.
The place was a mess. College kids every square inch of the house, beer cans and solo cups covered every surface. There were people playing beer pong on the dining room table, someone funneling a drink in the kitchen, and couples making out on every step of the stairs. Needless to say, it was a typical frat party.
You immediately felt self conscious as you stepped in the door. You knew you looked hot, as Claire kept reminding you, in your mini light blue jean skirt and white low neck t-shirt. Casual for a houseparty, but enough to show off all of your best assets. What was making you anxious was how out of place you felt.
You felt like a little kid in these situations, feeling out of place and a million years behind everyone else. It was times like these where you wished you didnât keep your nose in your books all throughout high school so you could at least pretend like you belonged.Â
Claire waved a hand in front of your face, one eyebrow raised.
âHello? Earth to y/n?â You blinked rapidly, exiting the zone you trapped yourself in, and focused on her face.
âHuh?â
âI can see on your face that youâre spiralling, y/n. Donât overthink it, okay?â She smiled, placing a supporting hand on your shoulder. You only nodded, letting out a shudder.
âYeah, okay. I think I just need a drink.â
You and Claire head to the kitchen, where a large bowl of some sort of spiked punch was. You pour two hefty cups of punch, and pass one to Claire. She raises her cup in a toast,Â
âTo you getting laid tonight!â You nearly choke on your drink as you take a sip, tasting the much too strong juice on your tongue. You hope that you at least get drunk enough to ease the nerves, and just try to have a good time tonight.
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âGod, itâs been a fucking hour and heâs nowhere to be found,â Claire whines, leaning against the staircase. You stand next to her, overlooking the whole house. Claire had been searching for her brother, the President of the frat, but no luck thus far. You two had made your rounds throughout the house, watching as Claire got stopped by multiple guys desperately trying to flirt with her.
And how could you blame them? Her light brown hair was long down her back, black tank top underneath her cropped red leather jacket. Her black jeans hugged her perfectly as she swayed her hips around the house.
Meanwhile, you just kept drinking, a buzz slowly flooding your senses. You were starting to feel defeated; although you had no expectations of someone catching your eye tonight, it did hurt to watch all the attention Claire was receiving and you get none.Â
You tipped your cup up to your mouth to down the rest of the punch, a little spilling at the corner of your mouth. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, and placed the cup down on a table.
You decided it was almost time to go. Youâd have one more drink, possibly, then make some excuse that the alcohol isnât sitting right in your stomach and head back to your dorm. As much of a bust tonight was, you were still proud of coming out tonight.Â
You leaned over to Claire, raising your voice so she could hear you over the music and chatter,
âHey, I think Iâm-â
â-Oh my God! Chris!â
In your line of view, you saw a tall, broad shouldered man come inside the house from the back door. He had that similar light brown hair, and hazel eyes. He locked eyes with Claire, and opened his arms for a hug.
Claire turned to you, toothy smile on her face, âWait here, Iâll be back!â She was already out of your line of vision before you could say anything back. You watched as Claire ran to her brother, jumping into a hug.
âGreat, now Iâm stuck here for at least another hour,â you mumbled to yourself, crossing your arms over your chest. You lean against the wall of the living room, watching as Chris introduces Claire to some of his frat brothers.Â
You started to feel your stomach do flip flops. You were standing by yourself, spotlights suddenly feeling like they were shining down on you. As you watched Claire so effortlessly make new friends, you wondered why it was so difficult for you to go and talk to someone?
Why is everyone staring at me? Just go up and talk to someone!Â
Your inner monologue was screaming in your head, anxiety starting to paralyze your body. You knew this was gonna be a bad idea to leave Claireâs side, you should just go-
âH-hey, can I get you another drink?â
Your head whips to the voice coming from your right, eyes wide and face tense.
The last thing you expected to see was one of the cutest boys standing right in front of you. He was tall, skinny but there was evidence of muscle building, bright blue eyes, and swoopy blond hair framing his face.Â
He was perfect.
He stood in front of you, one hand scratching the back of his head, cheeks a warm pink unsure if it was from the alcohol or if he was⌠nervous?Â
Why would someone as cute as him be nervous to talk to you?
Your throat dried up, an awkward cough leaving your mouth as you tried to reply, âUh, s-sure, thanks.â
He only nodded quickly, and sped off to the kitchen. He wasted no time in grabbing two solo cups of punch, extending one arm to give one to you.
âYou didnât lace this, did you?â You teased, taking the cup from his hand, fingers grazing quickly. The boyâs eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head at your question, his head shaking violently.
âWhat? N-no! I wouldnât-â
â-Iâm kidding,â You chuckle, taking a sip from the drink, âthank youâŚ?â
âLeon, Leon Kennedy.â Leon relaxes, shoulders loosening and a sheepish smile on his face.Â
âNice to meet you, Leon Kennedy. y/n.â You push yourself off the wall, turning yourself to face him completely.
âThatâs a pretty name, I like it.â You begin to feel heat rise up to your face, definitely not from the alcohol. You mutter a shy, âThanksâ, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Leon just watches you intently, like heâs admiring your features.Â
âSo, what brings you here tonight?â Leon asks, stepping closer to you to be able to hear your response. You suddenly feel very aware of how close heâs getting, and your breath shudders.
âWell, my friend dragged me here because itâs her brotherâs party, but Iâve seemed to have lost her,â You look around the room, Claire and Chris nowhere to be found. Leonâs brows raise, taking a large sip out of his drink.
âOh, you know Chrisâ sister? Thatâs so cool! Heâs my President, actually.âÂ
Your head tilts to the side. Leonâs a part of this frat? Off of first impressions you did not expect him to be into something like that.Â
âThis is your frat? Iâm not gonna lie, you donât look like someone whoâd enjoy something like this.â Leonâs shoulders shrug, looking around at the combobulation of drunk college kids.
âBecause itâs really not,â he begins, âI joined just so it would look good on an application. This kinda stuff isnât really my thing,â he gestures to the party, voice softening.Â
You couldnât help but admire him. He was dressed casual, a grey hoodie with the collegeâs name embroidered on the front, baggy blue jeans, and beat up white sneakers. If you had met him somewhere else, you wouldâve thought he was a lot younger than he was.
You watch as he takes another sip of his drink, throat bobbing as he swallows. Your face felt like it was on fire, how could you get so flustered just from watching him drink?
âN-not a partier?â You stutter, internally cringing at yourself, âWhat are you doing here then?â
Leon reaches to scratch the back of his neck again, looking down at his feet.
âKinda have to be at every party we throw,â He mutters, looking back up at you with rosy cheeks, âbut I-I was also hoping Iâd run into a pretty girl tonight.âÂ
This had to be a joke.
First, this gorgeous boy approaches you. He offers you a drink, brings it back untouched (so far), stands far too close for a casual conversation, and is now flirting?Â
Looks like goal number eight might actually be achieved tonight.Â
Although Leon seemed kind, he was still a frat boy. And one thing about them is theyâre accustomed to sex. What would he think if he knew you were a virgin? It was better to pretend that you knew what you were doing, than having to embarrass yourself about the truth.
You step a tad closer to Leon, a small smile forming on your lips.Â
âYeah? Did you find what you were looking for?âÂ
Leon smiled, head tilting down to meet your gaze directly.Â
âI think Iâve managed to find the most beautiful girl in the room.â
On the outside, youâre calm and collected. On the inside, youâre screaming. You donât think someone has ever called you beautiful that wasnât family.Â
Okay, you canât fuck this up. Leon obviously knows what he wants, and thatâs you. Heâs looking at you with half-lidded eyes, neck craning down to block you behind the wall. If that doesnât scream, I wanna have sex with you, you donât know what does.
You take one final sip from your drink, never losing eye contact with Leon. You flutter your eyelashes a little too quickly trying to be seductive.
âIs there somewhere quieter we can go?â You shout a hair too loud, trying to have your voice reach over the chatter around you two. Leonâs eyes widen a fraction, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He looks over his shoulder at the stairs next to them, then back at you.
âFollow me,â he whispers against your ear, placing his drink on a nearby table to reach for your hand. You do the same, almost slamming your drink down on the table and grabbing Leonâs hand.Â
He guides you up the stairs, stepping over couples making out and stray beer cans as you head to the second floor.
The chatter dies down, as thereâs far less people upstairs either in line for the bathroom or even more making out. Leon walks to the end of the hall, free hand twisting open a door that leads to an empty bedroom.Â
He lets you in first, letting go of your hand to move to the small of your back, just gently guiding you inside. The room is small, with a double bed taking up most of the space, but itâs organized and private.
You hear the door close behind you with a soft click, turning to face Leon.
âBetter?âÂ
The music and chatter is only a low hum below you, the air feeling fresher and calm. You turn to face him, and heâs a lot closer to you than you thought. You can smell the cologne heâs wearing, surprisingly itâs not that awful one every frat boy wears. He smells fresh and woodsy.
You donât dare meet his eyes, nervous beyond belief, and take a look at the bedroom walls instead.
âMuch better, yeah. Is this your room?â You ask, looking at the college memorabilia, a couple posters of movies like The Breakfast Club and Scream. You feel Leon move closer towards you, not even paying attention to the posters on the wall.
âYeah, all the brothers live here. I try to keep the door locked during partiesâŚâ he trails off, and you finally turn your head to look at him.
His pupils are blown, darting from your eyes to your lips. His chest rises and falls rather quickly, like heâs reminding himself to breathe. You fully turn your body to face him, head tilting up. You feel butterflies exploding in your stomach.
Is this really happening? Is this frat boy about to kiss you? Youâre not even quite sure how to kiss, to be honest. You figure youâd let Leon take all the lead, since he knows what heâs doing.Â
âHi,â You whisper, eyes rapidly scanning his face for any sort of expression. He smiles, hands hovering awkwardly just over your waist. His head dips a little lower, only inches away from your lips.
âHey,â Leon whispers back, âyou feeling okay?âÂ
You nod quickly, a nervous smile forming on your face. The butterflies felt like they were trying to escape out your throat, it amazes you just how gentle and sweet this boy is. His hands finally land on your waist, the touch warm and grounding.Â
Leonâs eyes focus on your lips for a second, his own parted slightly and the bridge of his nose a deep pink.
âC-can, can I⌠kiss you?âÂ
âY-yeah,â you breathe out, and slowly shut your eyes. You relax your lips, standing perfectly still until you feel the feather light pressure of Leonâs lips on your own.
By any means, this kiss isnât perfect. His lips arenât puckered enough, as if heâs afraid to be too forward, and you just barely reciprocate.
But itâs perfect to you.Â
Your arms, laying still at your sides, nervously slide up to rest on Leonâs shoulders, which encourages him to deepen the kiss. He adds more pressure, lips firmer against yours, and you follow suit.
His fingers press into your waist more, one hand sliding up in between your shoulder blades to push you against his chest.Â
No matter how much of that spiked punch you drank, nothing could compare to how drunk you feel kissing Leon. Your chest tightens, not only from the lack of oxygen but from the intense feeling of excitement.
You feel yourself gaining more confidence the more you kiss him, your lips match his rhythm and your nose is angled so it slots right against his.
For what felt like hours, the two of you pulled away with a wet clack, heavily breathing and foreheads resting against each otherâs.
 âDo you w-wanna sit down?â âLeon whispers. You nod, eyes fluttering open and you pull your head away to look at him.
His lips are red and glossy, eyes still staring deeply at you without faltering. He nods as well, and slowly guides you backwards to his bed.
You feel the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed and you sit down, Leon following suit beside you.
Your thighs press against each other, the hands that were on Leonâs shoulders now folded awkwardly in your lap. The air is still for a moment, both of you gathering your bearings for whatâs next to come.Â
Leon shakily raises a hand, reaching to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispers, his eyes scanning every inch of your face. You bashfully avert his gaze, eyes looking down into your lap.
âThanksâŚâ If Leon wasnât paying so close attention he wouldnât have heard you. But he was so engaged, analyzing every movement and expression.Â
His hand moved to your chin and tilted it up gently, getting you to look at him. His eyes flicker between your eyes and lips again, breath shuddering against your face.
âCan I kiss you again?â
âMhm,â you mumble, your eyes already beginning to shut and your face lean into his. Your lips slot together more effortlessly this time, the kiss still so gentle and reserved. Leon keeps his hand holding your chin, the other snaking its way back around your waist.
Your body relaxes more, getting used to kissing him. For it being your first time properly kissing someone that lasted more than a second, it was going a lot better than you expected. You almost thought you were a natural, the way Leon was reacting.
His hand on your waist started to move, trailing higher up your body ever so slowly. His thigh pressed harder against yours, trying to move impossibly closer to you. He kissed deeper, the suction on your lips more fervent and hungry. You felt his tongue poke sharply at your lips, a little unsure of its motives.
Okay, this is it. He wants to go further, and as nervous as you are, you also want more. Youâd say youâre doing a pretty good job at making him believe that you know what youâre doing, or heâs just so eager to get in your pants he doesnât seem to care.
You feel Leonâs tongue prod at your lips again, more persistent this time. The only thing you thought to do was open your mouth wider, and his tongue slid inside. The feeling was foreign, full in your mouth and slippery. But, you didnât freak out, and let Leon take the lead.
Your hands folded in your lap reached back up to his shoulders, your nails scratching at the nape of his neck. Leon let out a sharp inhale, a quiet moan vibrating against your mouth. His hand on your waist, moving ever so slowly, reached the side of your ribcage. The base of his hand nudged the side of your breast, and it almost retracted like it burned him.
You grab a hold of the back of his hand with your own, and guide it to cup gently around your breast. You both gasped at the same time, Leonâs fingers flexing reluctantly over the mound. His hand trembles as he squeezes harder, and his kisses get uncoordinated, lips bruising yours and tongues twirling around each other.
Your heart is racing. You can feel Leon get more forward, cupping the underside of your chest and grasping hungrier. You try to get yourself to relax into his kisses again, remembering to slow your breathing and focus on the moment. But everything is happening so fast, and trying to pretend like you know what youâre doing is exhausting. It almost seems better to confess to Leon now, maybe heâd understand and might even-
Your thoughts are thrown out the window when Leon pulls himself off you, lips popping away from yours and hands flying off your chest to bury his face.Â
âFuck- Iâm sorry,â he muffles in his hands, âI-I just canât-â He pulls his hands off his face and runs his fingers through his hair. You frown, watching how flustered Leonâs getting. Was it something you did? Did he think you were a terrible kisser?
Your hands go to push yourself off the edge of the bed, âIâm sorry, Iâll just go-â
âNo! Donât- donât go,â Leon puts a hand on your shoulder, pushing you back down on the bed. His face is tomato red, pupils dilated so much the ocean blue of his irises barely visible anymore. You only frown, your embarrassment turning into confusion. If he doesnât want to continue with you why wonât he let you leave?
âA-are you okay?â You ask, watching as Leon breathes in through his nose and out his mouth. His eyes are wired shut, head up towards the ceiling.Â
âI have to, fuck- I canât keep doing this if Iâm not being honest,â he stutters, head dropping to his lap, still refusing to look at you. Your eyebrows furrow, head tilting to try and look at him.
âBe honest about what?â
Reluctantly, Leon opens his eyes and looks at you. He scratches the back of his neck, and lets out a final shaky breath.
âLook y/n, Iâm really sorry, but IâŚâ He begins, averting your gaze again and looking down at the floor, â...Iâve never done any of this before. I mean, Iâve never even gotten to third base yet. If this isnât what you were hoping for I underst-â
You cut Leon off with a snicker, which turns into a burst of laughter. You laugh, eyes closed shut and head thrown back, stomach almost hurting. You were so relieved. Of all of the frat guys you tried to hook up with, of course you managed to pick out the one who was in the exact same boat as you.
âIâm glad my virginity amuses you,â Leon scoffs, shaking his head.Â
âNo! No, Leon,â you calm down, controlling your breathing once more and subsiding the laughter. Reassuringly, you place a hand on his thigh, head tilting to catch his gaze.
âIâm laughing because I canât believe this.â
âBelieve what? That Iâm a virgin?âÂ
âNo, because Iâm also a virgin,â you emphasize, pointing your finger into your chest. Leonâs eyes widen, head whipping to face you fully. His shellshocked expression makes you chuckle again, his eyes darting all over you.Â
âHuh? Y-youâre a-â
â-Yeah,â you sigh with relief, propping your hands on the bed, âI didnât say anything because I just wanted to get it over with. Figured a frat party would be a great place to meet experienced guys.âÂ
Still bewildered, Leonâs jaw is slacked open, eyebrows so raised they almost touch his hairline. Then, he begins to laugh. His nose scrunches, head thrown back with one hand holding his stomach. His laugh is infectious, and then youâre laughing again.
Itâs light, relieving, and instantly calms your nerves. You feel like you can be more authentic, embrace the nervousness and uncertainty of the situation. Now you know youâre not alone in this, and the two of you can get to share this experience together, it makes you all the more excited.
You lean into Leonâs side more, giggles settling in your chest as a comfortable silence envelops the room. He slides an arm behind you, rubbing gentle circles on your back.
âSo,â he murmured, cheeks pink again, âdoes this mean we can stop pretending now?âÂ
You look to the side of him, eyes trailing across his soft jaw, you can see the relaxation on his face.
âYeah, I guess so,â your voice is soft and smooth. Leon shifts, facing you directly, and grabs ahold of your hands. Theyâre slightly shaky, but he brushes his thumbs across your knuckles to ground himself.
âLook, this is all so crazy. A-and I totally get it if you donât wanna go through with anything anymore, but I wasnât overplaying when I said youâre the most beautiful girl Iâve ever seen.â
You look away from Leonâs face and to where your hands are intertwined, heat rushing up to your face and ears. If anything, you felt more inclined to continue with Leon. Not only did you find him very attractive, but he was incredibly caring, attentive, and was just as clueless when it comes to being intimate.
 âI want to keep going,â you look back up at Leon. He smiles, eyes lighting up with excitement and gives a couple squeezes to your hands.
âAre you sure? I-I canât promise that it will be very enjoyable for you, but I want to try.â
âIâm sure, Leon. I want to do this with you.â You nod reassuringly, leaning in closer to Leon, placing a soft kiss on his lips. He melts immediately, lips slotting into yours and kissing you passionately, as if heâs trying to savour the feeling. He pulls back, a thin line of saliva connecting your mouths.
âAlright. If I do anything you donât like, you tell me, okay?âÂ
âOkay.â
Leon nods before leaning to kiss you again, with more fire in his movements. He lets go of your hands to grip at your waist, pulling you almost flush to his chest. You drape one arm over his shoulder, the other hand pressing flat against his chest.Â
You can feel the fast rhythm of his heart, his pectorals tensing under your touch. Leon goes to swipe his tongue over your lips again, softer this time, and you open your mouth to let him inside. A strained groan vibrated against your mouth, the sound giving you goosebumps. Who knew just by a sound alone could get you so riled up?
Leonâs hands, steadier and firmer, roam your waist, fingers slipping past the hem of your shirt to touch your ribs. You moan, the heat of his fingers melting your skin, and Leon pulls his lips away from yours. He takes a quick glance at your shirt before looking back up at you.
âCan I take this off?â Leon whispered, gently pulling at your shirt. You look at him with lustful eyes, lips swollen and parted. You nod quickly, going to reach for the bottom of your shirt. He stops you, placing his hands on top of your own.
âWait- I need to hear you say yes. N-need to make sure youâre comfortable with everything I ask,â he places a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth, and you pull your hands away from your top.
âY-yes, Leon. I want you to take my shirt off,â you whisper, smiling as you watch Leon nod affirmingly and go to tug at the hem of your shirt. You raise your arms and he lifts the shirt up and over your head, gently dropping it on the floor. Before he takes the chance to look at you, he pulls his hoodie off and drops it on the floor as well.
Itâs a fleeting moment, but you both take the time to admire one another. Leon is slim, but you can see the muscle on his chest and faint ab lines on his stomach. His arms were the largest, biceps round and muscular on his arms.
You peel your eyes away from Leonâs body to his eyes, and heâs still transfixed on you. You were wearing a light pink bralette under your shirt, and thatâs all where he was looking. You felt your face heat up, but you didnât feel self conscious. It was more of an unfamiliar feeling of being admired.
His eyes meet yours once again, and he reaches out to caress your face.
âYou are⌠breathtaking, y/n.â Leon kisses you, short but passionately, and rests his forehead against yours.
Your heart melts in your chest, his praise almost being too much for you. Youâve gone from no male attention whatsoever, to this absolutely lovesick puppy being so careful and attentive to you.
Your hands are resting on his shoulders again, fingertips putting pressure on his bare skin, âSh-should I lie down?âÂ
Leon brushes the side of your face with his hand, watching the way his fingers thread through strays of your hair.
âYeah, you can lie down,â he whispers, pulling away from you to let you adjust yourself. He watches as you scoot yourself up his bed, resting your head on the headboard. Leon stands, and grabs your legs to slip your shoes off. He neatly places them at the end of the bed, and kicks his own off before climbing back onto the bed.
He crawls up beside you, not entirely hovering over your body but propping himself to lean over top next to you. He uses his hand to turn your head to face him, his thumb brushing your cheek.
âIâŚIâd like to try something, if youâll let me,â he began, kissing your lips quickly, âif you like or donât like anything I need you to let me know, alright?âÂ
His face is just inches away from yours, his warm breath fanning across your lips. You shift into him more, nodding,
âOkay, I promise.â Leon smiles back at you, closing the gap with his lips. Leon focuses, eyes wired shut and eyebrows knitted together, internally cursing to himself not to mess this up.Â
The kiss starts slow, the sounds of their lips smacking against each other filling up the room. You lie still on his bed, goosebumps fanning over your half naked body. That familiar sense of butterflies in your stomach begins to form again, but this time itâs not overwhelming anxiety.
Of course you were nervous. How could you not be? A lot of firsts were happening tonight, which was enough to keep your nervous system on overdrive. But you were also excited. You had been dreaming of this situation for so long, and now that it was finally coming true, it felt surreal.
Your head comes back down to earth when you begin to feel Leonâs lips leave your lips, and trail down your jaw. He peppers kisses along it, making his way down to the underside, sucking just a bit harder on the soft skin.
That elicits a breathy moan from you, Leonâs lips suckling on your neck is a brand new feeling that you realize youâre going to crave for the rest of your life. You tilt your head towards the ceiling to give him better access, and he takes that advantage to kiss all the way down the column of your neck.
Leonâs hands begin to roam, where they once were caressing your face to move down south. With a little more confidence than before, but not much, Leon gently grasps at your breast. His hand stays still for a moment, focusing on kissing your collarbone, but then squeezes.
You pant out of your mouth, the love bites at your shoulders and the friction against your breast was intoxicating. Leon massages and kneads your breast outside of your bra, the flesh spilling out of his palm as he tries to grab a handful.Â
Leonâs lips trail back up your neck, sloppier as they move quicker to reach your lips once again. As he kisses you, lips hungry, the hand over your bra moves backwards to the clasp.
You feel as Leon attempts to unclasp your bra, fingers fumbling over the hooks the more impatient he gets. You let him struggle for a minute or two until youâre laughing against his lips, pulling away to reveal a large smile.
âNeed some help?â You ask, arms already reaching to your back. Leon just sighs, cheeks flushed and a weak smile on his puffy pink lips.
âS-sorry, itâs a lot harder than I thought it was gonna be.â
âDonât be sorry, itâs cute,â you say sweetly, effortlessly unclasping your bra, the straps falling down your shoulders.Â
Slowly, you remove it entirely, dropping the bra over the side of the bed. The newfound cool air breezes over your bare breasts, nipples already hardening at the temperature. You avoid Leonâs gaze, your face feeling hot as someone other than yourself is seeing you this vulnerable for the first time.
âHey,â Leon whispers, tilting your chin to have you meet his eyes, âyou alright?â Slowly, you look back up at him, eyelashes fluttering trying to shake away nervous thoughts.
âYeah, justâŚâ You pause, â...feeling a little nervous.â
Leonâs eyes are round and bright, scanning your features before giving your lips a soft kiss.
âItâs okay to be nervous, y/n. But I got you, okay?â He nods encouragingly, moving his hand from your chin to brush the side of your face.Â
You smile, looking deep into Leonâs eyes, a nervous exhale escaping your lips.
âOkay, I trust you,â you whisper back, flickering back to Leonâs lips and encapsulating them. His hand rests on your cheek, thumb brushing against the soft skin as he kisses you back, long and deeply.
You feel your heartbeat regulate, putting your trust in Leon was something out of the ordinary for you. The attention and admiration he was giving you was different for you, nevermind stripping so bare before somebody.Â
But Leon made you feel calm, and you barely even noticed the way his hand slid off of your cheek and down your neck, to gently grasp at one of your breasts.
His hand was warm and firm, the rough skin of his palm rubbing over your nipple sends a shiver down your spine. You leaned into his touch, kissing firmer when you felt Leonâs hand squeeze at the flesh, cupping and massaging.Â
A small moan melts into your mouth once his thumb and index finger form around your nipple, rolling it between the digits and pinching. Your back arches off the bed at the sensation, your brows furrowing under his touch.
Still playing with your breast, Leon pulls back to watch your reaction.Â
âThat feel good?âÂ
âY-yes,â you moan, eyes still shut and mind hyperfocused on the fingers tugging at your peaks. Leon kisses the hollow of your neck, trailing sloppy kisses downwards to your collarbone, chest, to the valley between your breasts before landing on the hard nipple of your neglected breast.
A high whine escapes your mouth at the sudden sensation, back arching higher into Leonâs face as he kisses hungrily, his tongue swirling and flicking around the nipple.Â
Your legs cross below you, feeling the growing warmth in your core as Leon continues to worship over your breasts. He looks up at your face, lips and hand still glued to your skin, watching as your body writhes under his touch.
He can feel himself already rock hard, pulsating under his jeans from just watching you so stimulated by his actions. If he doesnât get this moving along soon, heâs going to finish before you even get the chance to.
He places a final kiss to your breast before pulling off with a wet pop, the skin glistening with his saliva. His hand on your other breast slides down to your waist, then further to the button of your jean skirt. His fingers toy with the waistband, feeling you out before doing more than youâre comfortable with.
âCan I pull this down?â
You look down at Leonâs hand, brushing just under your bellybutton at your skirt.Â
âYeah, please,â you say as youâre already lifting up your hips, watching as Leon unbuttons the skirt and you help pull it down to your knees. You kick it off completely, all thatâs left on you is a white thong, already a small wet patch forming over your core.
Leon smiles at you, hand resting on your hip.Â
âI-I donât really know what Iâm doing, but I wanna make you feel good,â he begins, âso you tell me what feels good and what doesnât, okay?â His face is so serious, you can tell he is so afraid of messing this up.
And whether itâs because he doesnât want to embarrass himself, or that he genuinely wants to be able to make you feel good, you canât tell. But you just nod, matching his smile and swiping a stray hair that had fallen over his eye.
âOkay, I can do that.â
He kisses you softly, forehead resting on yours as his hand slides off your hip, and down and below your underwear. His hand rests on your core, unsure of what to do before slowly, his fingers swipe between your folds.Â
Your breath hitches, the feeling foreign as he drags his hand up and down your folds, the slick coating his fingers and reducing the friction. He doesnât necessarily rub in a specific spot (or the specific spot), just ghosting over your entrance or spending a little too much time on your labia.
You canât blame him for trying, he told you he didnât know what he was doing, but a chuckle couldnât help but escape your lips as he practically touched every part of you except your clit. It was endearing, feeling him try so hard to please you, but you knew if you wanted this night to be somewhat enjoyable you had to step in.
Leon slowed his hand as he heard you chuckle, looking at you confused, âWhat? A-am I doing something wrong?â
âNo no, it's justâŚâ You place your hand on top of his, guiding his first and middle finger to hover over top of your clit, â...try right here. Slow circles.âÂ
âO-okay,â he stutters, your hand leaving his to rest on his bare chest. Leon puts pressure over the spot with his fingertips, and just like you told him, rubbed slow clockwise circles.
That did the trick, the nerves shocking your body, hips bucking in reaction. Leon notices the action, and quickens his pace.
âIs that better?â
âYes, a lot better,â you exhale, lashes fluttering as you watch his hand work under your panties. Leon watches your face intently, almost more focused on your reactions than the movement of his fingers.
His brows knit together in concentration, tongue darting out to lick his lips as he keeps those slow circles over your clit. Your thighs twitch around his hand almost instantly.
âOh,â you breathe, fingers digging into the skin of his chest. Leonâs eyes widen slightly at your reaction, shoulders relaxing just a little.Â
âTh-thatâs good?â He asks softly, almost hopeful.
âMhm,â you nod quickly, lips parting when he presses a little firmer, âdonât stop.âÂ
The words seem to shoot straight through him as he keeps going, a shaky breath exhaling through his nose. You can feel the confidence in him now that he can see heâs doing something right. His fingers maintain the slow rhythm you guided him into, careful but eager, like heâs memorizing every reaction your body gives gim.
Your hips begin to move against his hand without thinking, chasing the friction. Every soft gasp and breathy sound that leaves your lips only seems to encourage him further.Â
âYouâre doing so good,â you whisper, almost delirious from the sensation. Leonâs face flushes immediately at the praise.
âI am?â He asks quietly, almost sounding surprised. You let out a small laugh between breaths, reaching from his chest to his wrist and holding on tight.Â
âYes, Leon- fuck- just like that,â you curse under your breath, and it nearly ruins him.Â
You can physically see the effect it has on him; his jaw clenches, blue eyes darkening as he watches you writhe beside him. But instead of rushing, he forces himself to stay steady, fingers moving in those same tight circles while his other hand slides to cup around your breast again.
Your breathing grows uneven, thighs trembling faintly around his hand. Your core clenches around nothing, your panties dampening the more aroused you became. Something warm begins tightening low in your stomach, unfamiliar but overwhelming in the best way.
âLeonâŚâ You whimper, brows pinching together. His movements immediately slow with concern.
âDid I do something wrong?âÂ
âNo,â you breathe quickly, shaking your head, âno, keep going. I just-â Your words dissolve into a gasp when he presses into your clit again, returning to the quick pace. Leon swallows hard, eyes flickering nervously between your face, your breast where his hand massages, and his other hand beneath your panties.
âTell me what you need,â he whispers. The sincerity in his voice makes your chest ache. As amazing as it feels against your clit, it feels like something is missing.Â
âI-I need you to put a finger in,â you murmur, âbut donât stop, please.âÂ
Leon nods instantly, transitioning to his thumb to rub faster circles on your clit. His fingers swipe between your folds once again, collecting the slick between them, and slowly pushes his middle finger inside you.
You immediately clench around the digit, the stretch foreign and unforgiving, but it seems to fill the missing void as the knot in your stomach tightens. He pumps his finger quickly to match the pace of his thumb, and the wet friction and repeated pressure makes your back arch off of the mattress.
âOh my god-â Your hand tightens on his wrist, nails digging into the skin.
âThere?â Leon asks breathlessly, almost panicked, âRight there?âÂ
âYes-yes, right there.â The praise and reassurance seems to completely undo him. His forehead nearly drops to your shoulder as he keeps touching you, increasingly fascinated by every tiny reaction he pulls from you.
Your legs shake harder now, breathing stuttering as the knot inside you winds tighter and tighter. His thumb is rapidly circling your clit, pressure so deep it almost burns, and your walls constrict around his finger as it pumps faster inside. Then suddenly, the knot snaps.
Your body jerks softly beside Leon, a broken moan leaving your lips as your fingers clutch at his wrist harder, the other hand grasping at the bedsheets. Leon practically freezes for half a second in shock before continuing to motion through it, helping you ride out the waves of pleasure as your thighs tremble around his hand.
Only once your breathing starts to calm does Leon start to slow down. The room falls quiet, except for both of your uneven breaths. He stares at you with wide eyes, somewhere between stunned and relieved.
âHoly shit,â he whispers. A weak laugh escapes your chest as you cover your burning face with your hands. Leon immediately pulls your hands away gently, almost worried.Â
âWas that okay?â He asked quickly, âDid I-â
âThat was more than okay,â you laugh breathlessly. The tension leaves his shoulders all at once. And then, to your surprise, a shy grin spreads across his face; proud, disbelieving, and a little overwhelmed all at once. His hand pulls out from your core, sliding to your waist to give a reassuring squeeze.
âThat was really fucking hot,â Leon mutters as he goes back in to kiss you, tongue jetting out and sloppily swiping over your lips and teeth. You giggle into the kiss, letting his tongue enter your mouth and explore. Your hands wrap around his shoulders, your fingers trailing up the nape of his neck. He groans, leaning against you and crushing you deeper into the pillows on his bed.
Leon pulls away, staring adoringly at your face surrounded by the pillows. His hand pulses around your waist, the other brushing the hair that fell over your forehead.
âI was so scared I was gonna be bad at this,â he mutters, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You feel him kissing the skin there, and you thread your fingers through his hair, nails scratching at the scalp.
âYou did so good,â you spoke into his ear, âtook a second but we got there.âÂ
He lifts his head to look at you, and pulls himself up from the bed to hover on top of you. Your head is caged between his hands on the bed, your legs spread wide for his body to slot in between them.Â
You can feel his hips pressing into yours, more specifically the rock hard print under his jeans. Leon groans when you lift your hips to rub against it, his head dips and shakes above you.
âFuck y/n,â Leonâs hips grind against yours, chasing the friction, âyouâve got me so hard.âÂ
You look down at his hips, the outline prominent on his jeans. You swallow hard, those butterflies erupting in your stomach once again.
This was the part you were the most nervous about. According to âlosing your virginityâ, this would be it. And because it being your first time, you knew that it wouldnât be as pleasant for you. But you trusted Leon, and he had already stimulated you to prepare, so the best thing you could do was to try and relax.
âDo-do you want toâŚâ You trail off, almost embarrassed to say it. Leon seemed to understand what you were alluding to, and his face instantly flushed.
âOnly if you want to. I know itâll mostly be for me,â he leans his head down to gently peck your lips, âbut we can stop if itâs too painful or-â
You interrupt him with a kiss, your hands caressing the sides of his face.Â
âLeon, I want to. I really do,â you assured him, lifting your hands to brush the hair out of his face. He melts into your touch, head nudging against your hand. It warms your heart how considerate Leon is; you can clearly see heâs aching to go further, but would never do anything more than what you were comfortable with. And thatâs what turned you on the most.
 Leon rose from the bed, standing next to you as he began to unbuckle his jeans. You watched as he clumsily fiddled with his belt, unzipped his pants and let them drop to his ankles.
You almost gasped when you noticed the large bulge through his boxers, practically straining itself to be free. How is that supposed to fit inside of you?
Leon mustâve read your mind, or the blatant concerned look on your face, and he scrambled to his nightside drawer.
âUh, I think I haveâŚâ He opened the drawer, rummaging through it before pulling out a brand new bottle of lube, and an unopened box of condoms. âYou never know I guess,â Leon mumbled, opening the box to pull out the gold foil packet. Leon toyed with the waistband of his boxers, before reluctantly sliding them off and letting them pool on the floor.
Instinctively, you looked away, focusing on the posters on his bedroom wall again, but you remembered where that thing was about to be, so you might as well get a good look.Â
You werenât sure if it was because this was the first penis youâve ever seen in person, but Leonâs cock was big. Not only long, but a decent thickness to it as well. It looked painfully erect, the head red and throbbing, already oozing milky precum out the slit.
His cock sprung out of his boxers, slapping his stomach before bobbing out in front of him. His focus was on the condom in his hands, ripping the foil and tossing it on the nightstand before clumsily unrolling it onto his cock.Â
When Leon finally looked up at you, catching your slacked jaw and bright red cheeks, he awkwardly chuckled.
âWhat, donât like what you see?â
You stuttered, hands tucking your hair behind your ears while trying to come up with the most appropriate thing to say, âN-no itâs just⌠I think youâre gonna tear me in half with that.âÂ
Leon laughed, climbing onto the bed again, hovering on top of you. You could feel his latex covered cock press against your panties, your teeth biting your bottom lip in reaction.
âWeâll take it slow, and thatâs what this is for,â Leon grabbed the bottle of lube, opening the lid and squirting maybe a little too much along the length of himself. He groaned when he grabbed ahold of his cock, coating it fully with the lube. After putting the bottle down, he directed his gaze to your hips, where your core was still clothed.
âCan I take your underwear off, y/n?â Leon whispered, his head leaning down close to your face. You begin to nod, and as Leonâs about to correct you you blurt,
âYes! Yes, you can take them off.â
He breathed a laugh as he reached down to your panties, hooking his fingers around the waistband as he slid them down your hips, taking them off completely and dropping them to the floor.
The air was cold on your core, your panties peeling off slowly from being sticky with your slick. You watched as Leon eyed you, eyes darting all over between your legs.Â
âFuck,â he muttered, spreading your thighs apart with his knee, âthis is the hottest thing Iâve ever seen.â
You snicker, resting your hands on Leonâs shoulders, lifting your head to look down at both of your hips. Leon catches the way your eyes flick nervously between his face and where your bodies press together, and immediately his expression softens.
âHey,â he murmurs, thumb brushing along your hip, âwe donât have to rush this.âÂ
You swallow hard, trying to steady your breathing as he hovers over you. The earlier confidence youâd built up starts to crumble under the reality of whatâs about to happen.
âI know,â you whisper, âIâm just nervous.âÂ
Leon nods like he understands completely.
âMe too.âÂ
That makes you laugh softly, and the tension in the room eases almost instantly. Leon leans down to kiss you again, slower this time, more reassuring than heated. His hand slides up your waist, giving gentle squeezes.Â
âYou tell me if you want to stop, okay?â He says quietly against your lips.
âI will.â
He presses one last kiss to your mouth before pulling back just enough to look at you, icy blue eyes searching your face carefully, analyzing every reaction.Â
Leon goes to grab ahold of his cock at the base, and gently presses the head up against your folds. A small gasp leaves your mouth as you feel him swiping the head up and down your entrance, mixing the lube with your slick to try and make this as painless as possible.Â
He stalls for a second, eyes looking back at yours, âYou still okay?â
You nod, âYeah.â
âIt might feel better if you⌠touch yourself when I go to put it in,â Leon suggests, looking down at your hips to align himself in front of you. You take your dominant hand off of Leonâs shoulder and slide it down to your clit, using your first and middle finger to draw slow circles overtop of it.Â
You feel yourself relax a little more, face less tense as you feel Leonâs tip just kissing your entrance.Â
But that relaxation immediately disappears the moment Leon moves his hips, the tip forcing its way into you.
The stretch is unforgivable, it feels white hot the deeper he tries to push himself inside. You hiss, eyes wiring shut and nails dig into the skin on Leonâs shoulder. He instantly stalls, pushing no further the second he sees the uncomfortable look on your face.
âToo- ahh- too much?â He almost whines in between words, the constriction from your walls around his cock is almost enough to get him to cum instantly.
âJust- donât move for a second,â you spit out, concentrating on breathing as you feel your walls adjusting. Leon does as heâs told, not moving an inch as he watches you contort your face. He rubs soothing circles on your waist with his thumb, his lips pressing soft kisses along your jaw.Â
You can feel your walls stretching around him, the burn subsiding as you continue to stimulate your clit. Your face relaxes, head that you didnât realize you had raised, lowered back down on the pillow.Â
Leon felt your fingers declaw from his shoulder and it triggered him to pull off of your jaw.
âBetter?â He asks, eyes scanning yours for any sort of discomfort. Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth as you nod, inhaling deep through your nose.
âYeah, you can keep going.âÂ
Leon whispers a small âOkayâ, and grabs ahold of his cock again before letting himself push deeper.
You remind yourself not to hold your breath as Leon inches further in your core, letting out a large exhale mixed with a whine.
You knew this was going to hurt, but not like this. You feel impossibly full, the girth of Leonâs cock felt like a foreign object trying to squeeze itself somewhere it shouldnât. Just when you thought it was going on forever, you felt his hips flush against yours as he fully bottomed out.Â
âO-oh my- fuck,â he groaned loudly, stilling to not only let you adjust to his full length but to control himself.
Leon knew he wouldnât last long, but the way his cock was being vacuum sealed around your cunt, only a couple of thrusts would be enough to make him cum.Â
His grip on your waist grew tighter, stabilizing himself as he dragged his cock back out, pulling out to almost the tip before slowly sliding back in.
Leon was a moaning mess on top of you. Little moans as he thrusted so slowly, feeling every ridge along your walls the deeper he went. When he would bottom out, a breathy whine sheepishly escaped his lips, absolutely reveling in the pleasure.Â
You thanked him for encouraging you to play with your clit, the little nerve bundle relieving the pain the more he picked up the pace.
You locked eyes with Leon, his brows knit tightly on his face, jaw slacked and panting.
âAre you- my god- doing alright?â He asked between thrusts, his hips becoming uncoordinated and faster in movement. You weakly moan in response, lifting your head to gently kiss him.
âIâm good, feels better,â you smile into the kiss, feeling Leonâs hips rut faster into yours.
It did get better, not by much, but your walls adjusted around him and you didnât feel as stuffed. You continued to rub your clit, circles moving faster to intensify the pleasure. You watched Leonâs face as it became more contorted, nose scrunching and eyes wiring shut the deeper he plunged his cock.
ây/n Iâm not- not gonna,â he moaned, thrusts becoming shallow and quicker, âoh fuck!â
He stalls his hips pressed against yours, his shoulders tense up as if the wind was knocked out of him. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, a string of moans leaving Leonâs lips give you enough clues to figure out that he came.Â
His face is a blushing mess as he realizes how quickly he came, eyes prying open to look down at where your hips connected. They flash back up to you, flickering with embarrassment.
âOh my god y/n,â he dipped his head to hide his face in your shoulder, âIâm so sorry.âÂ
You laugh, both hands reaching up to scratch the back of his head. You place a grounding kiss to his temple, keeping your lips pressed against him as you mutter,
âWhat are you sorry about?â
You feel Leon sigh against the crook of your neck, slowly pulling his head up to look at you. His face is still bright red, eyes wide and pleading.
âYou⌠didnât get to finish,â he mumbled, his hands pressing firmer into your waist. He feels so tense, beating himself up for something you knew he couldnât control. You just smiled reassuringly, sliding your hands around to cup the sides of his face.
âLeon, itâs okay. You already made me finish,â you peck his lips, thumbs swiping along his cheeks, âyou did so good.âÂ
The praise cracks a small smile out of Leon, his shoulders finally relaxing, head dipping lower.
âAre you sure? It-it didnât hurt too bad?â
You shake your head, âJust at the beginning, but then it felt good.âÂ
Leon sighed with relief, his hands loosening the grip and sliding further up your body. His thumb brushes across your nipple, causing a shiver up your spine.Â
âWell,â Leon kisses your lips, soft but passionate, âI still wanna make it up to you.âÂ
Your brow arches, pulling back just enough to look at him.
âMake up for what?â
Leonâs lips drag along your jaw, sucking that newly found sweet spot just below your ear. His lips are already to your collarbone before he mumbles out, âGonna make you cum again.âÂ
You go to speak but are replaced by a low whine as Leon pushes himself off of you, his slowly softening cock pulling out of your core. You suddenly feel so empty, walls clenching around nothing. Leon sits up and removes the condom, tossing it into a small trashcan by his bed.Â
You prop yourself up on your elbows as he lies back down next to you, hand massaging down your hip.
âI would like to taste you, y/n,â Leon whispers, eyes searching yours for a reaction. You give him that familiar confused expression, not clueing in to what heâs asking.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Your head tilts, and Leon only travels his hand across your hip, fingers ghosting over your mound. Your eyes widen as it finally clicks for you.
âOnly if youâre comfortable with that, but Iâve always wondered what itâs like.â He blushes, keeping his hand resting overtop of your cunt and leaning his face in to nudge your nose.
You swallow nervously, feeling your own face get warm. Of course, youâve also wondered what having someone eat you out would feel like. And now would be no better time to have you find out, with a willing participant.Â
You had already been so intimate with Leon, but something about him getting so close and personal between your legs felt even more intimate. But youâve come to trust Leon, his eyes are genuine and all he wants to do is please you.Â
Heâs watching your face as you contemplate, and you slowly nod.
âYeah, okay. You can do that.â
Leonâs eyes light up, a toothy grin spreading across his face.Â
âIâll do the best I can, I promise,â he finishes his sentence with a kiss, shifting his body to hover over top of you. His lips trail down to your jaw again, and make their way down south. Wet, sloppy kisses down your neck, chest, on each breast, stomach, and just on the top of your pelvic bone.Â
Leon wedges himself between your legs, hooking your thighs up and over his shoulders as he becomes face to face with your core. You look up at the ceiling, face still flushed and nervous.
You felt kisses along your inner thigh, moving to kiss the other one before his lips got too close. Your breath hitched when you felt the warm air fan across your folds, eyes shutting in anticipation.
âHey, look at me,â Leon whispers just inches away from your core. Reluctantly, you tilt your head down and open your eyes to meet Leonâs. âYouâre okay. I got you.â
The words are so simple, but the way he looked into your eyes and spoke so earnestly, your heart wants to shatter into a million pieces. You nod and smile, reaching your hand down to thread your fingers through his hair. You must think this boy has a magic power of calming your nerves, because you didnât look away as Leon dipped his head, jetting out his tongue to lick a fat stripe up the middle of your core.
Your hips jerk in reaction, mouth wide open and shallow breaths leaving your chest. Leonâs arms wrap under your thighs to push your hips down into the bed, stabilizing them.Â
He licks another long stripe, tongue parting your folds before stopping right on your clit, and placing a gentle kiss on top of it.Â
That elicits a moan from you, the fingers in Leonâs hair gripping tighter as he continues to kiss your clit, taking the bundle of nerves between his lips and sucking softly.
âLeon, fuck- yes,â
Your hips try to buck into Leonâs face, chasing that friction, but his hands wonât let you budge. He just groans against your clit, the vibrations making you whine loudly.Â
Leon watches your face as he continues to suck on your clit, seeing that this was eliciting the best reaction from you, and only goes to suck harder. He stiffens his tongue to flick against the bud, causing your head to throw back in pleasure.
You feel that familiar knot forming in your stomach, your thighs closing around Leonâs head the tighter the knot becomes. Your hand gripped his hair tighter, pulling it closer to your core as you tried to grind your hips on his face.
You felt delirious. Nothing had felt this overwhelming until right now, but in the best possible way. The way the suction around your clit made it throb, Leonâs hard tongue replicating his fingers from before and swirling in circles, it was almost too much.
âOh my god,â you moan, your stomach very suddenly approaching your second orgasm of the night, âI-Iâm gonna!â
Leon hums against your clit, lips clamping down on it and shoving his nose deeper into your mound as the knot in your stomach snaps.
Your legs involuntarily crush Leonâs head, face contorting as the orgasm floods through you harder than before. Your chest burns as you hold your breath, muscles tensing all over your body as the waves keep crashing down. Leon rides out your high by kissing your clit, gentler than before, not even phased by you practically suffocating him against your core.
Leon only stops once you finally come down, entire body relaxing into the bed. Your thighs fall to their sides, hanging loosely on his shoulders, hand untangling in his hair and flopping beside you. You watch as Leon finally releases your clit from his mouth, prying his head from your hips to look up at you.
The biggest smile youâve ever seen was plastered on his face, mouth soaked with your juices and lips pink and swollen.
âHoly fuck y/n,â Leon pants, sliding your legs off his shoulders, âI think thatâs the best thing Iâve ever done in my entire life.âÂ
You laugh, hands reaching up to brush back your hair, âImagine how I feel right now,â you lift your head to watch as Leon crawls his way back up to you.
âI did good then?â
âYouâre a fucking natural in my books, Leon,â you grab ahold of Leonâs face to pull it up to yours, kissing him fervently. You taste yourself on his lips and tongue, but you couldnât care less. All that mattered to you now was how this night couldnât have gone better than you ever dreamed of.Â
Leon pulled himself to the head of the bed, settling in next to you with his back leaned against the headboard. You shifted closer to him, head resting on his shoulder and a hand absentmindedly tracing patterns on his chest.
All that could be heard in the room was the deep breaths leaving both your mouths.Â
The silence felt only the slightest bit awkward, finally coming to realize what you had just done. Youâre lying bare naked in a strangerâs bed, next to that naked stranger, and have just completed number eight on your bucket list.Â
You bashfully avoid Leonâs gaze, your eyes looking down at your hip where heâs got a hand massaging the skin. You can feel his eyes burning the side of your face, like heâs mustering up the courage to speak.
âI uh, didnât hurt you, did I?â He whispers into your ear, lips tickling just the shell of it. You turn your head to face him, his face a lot closer than you thought it was, and shake your head.
âNo, not the entire time,â Leonâs eyes widened, afraid that he had done something wrong for you to have been in pain, âitâs not uncommon for a girlâs first time to be uncomfortable, having such a big thing be put up there.â
You chuckle, and so does Leon, easing the worry away, âAlright, itâs not that big.â
âJust take the compliment, Leon.âÂ
You both laugh, Leonâs head leaning down to rest on top of yours while you nudge closer into his shoulder. He snakes an arm behind you, pulling you even closer, your warm bodies melting into each other.
You can still hear the bass of the music from downstairs, the party still going like nothing had even happened. To you, it felt like time had stopped.Â
Leon mustâve been thinking the same thing, muttering into your hair after placing a kiss on the top of your head, âSo, does this still count as âgetting it over withâ?âÂ
It takes you a second to reply, because technically, had it been anyone else, you wouldâve considered it âgetting it over withâ.
But now youâre here, in the arms of this caring, gentle, selfless boy, who had made sure you were taken care of and reassured. And he was looking at you like you were sent down to him from heaven, a glow encapsulating your body.Â
Maybe waiting this long to lose your virginity wasnât so bad after all.Â
âNo, I donât think it does.âÂ
Leon pulses his hand on your hip, nose inhaling the scent of your shampoo in your hair.
âYou know, y/n,â Leon whispers, lifting his head to get a better look at your face, âIâm glad it was you.âÂ
You lift your head off his shoulder to find his gaze, the brightest smile on your face Leon has seen so far.Â
âIâm really glad it was you, too.âÂ
You reach up to kiss him, not too rough but just enough to show him how much this meant to you.
âWould you wanna,â Leon speaks against your lips, reluctantly pulling away, âmaybe, go out for dinner sometime?âÂ
âWell thatâs a little backwards, sex first and then the date?â You tease, patting his chest with your hand. Leon rolls his eyes, but couldnât help the big grin growing on his face.
âI think this whole night has been a little unusual, donât you think?âÂ
Your face goes a little more serious, eyes holding Leonâs gaze, sheepish smile forming.
âActually, I think tonight was perfect.âÂ
Leonâs eyes brighten, and the hand that was on your hip comes to cup the side on your face.
âMe too.âÂ
He kisses you once again, just a gentle peck, confirming that he was feeling the same way as you.
âI was thinking that I could take you-â
*RING RING RING*Â
Your head whips as you hear the familiar ring of your phone, coming from the floor of Leonâs room. You sit up from the bed, bending over to the floor to search your jean skirt pockets to find your buzzing flip phone.
The little preview screen showed Claireâs contact, and you cursed to yourself.
âOh shit,â You muttered before answering the phone, holding it up to your ear.
âHey Claire-â
â-y/n! Where the hell are you? Iâve been looking all over this house for over an hour!â
You sighed, running a hand through your hair. Leon sits up beside you, watching your face as he can quietly hear the yelling through the phone.
âI uh, Iâm upstairs.â
âWhat? Iâve checked up there like three times,â thereâs a pause for a second, and you can almost hear the gears in Claireâs brain working as she figures it out, âwait, are you-â
â-Not another word, Claire. Iâll meet you downstairs.â
  âNo way! Who is it?âYou sheepishly turn your body away from Leonâs, as if that would do anything for him to not hear as you whisper, âWeâll talk about it later, okay?â
You utter a small goodbye, and hang up the phone. Your hands rest on the edge of the bed, and let out another big sigh. âI guess thatâs my cue to go, Claireâs looking for me.â
You stand up to look for your clothes, skewed all over Leonâs floor, and he helps you pick up each item. As he goes to hand you your skirt and top, he stops.
âWait- Iâm serious about dinner, y/n. I really want to see you again.â
You grab the clothes in his hands, your fingers lingering on his. âI really want to see you again too.âÂ
You throw your clothes on, adjusting them to make you look somewhat presentable, and notice a notebook and pen lying on Leonâs desk. You open the notebook to write your phone number.
âCall me, and we can figure out a date.â
Leon smiles wide, finger tracing over the numbers on the paper. He goes to give you a hug, his strong arms wrapping around your waist tight. You reciprocate and wrap your arms around his neck, inhaling the smell of his cologne.
âI wish you could stay,â he whispered against your hair. You smile, and turn your head to kiss Leonâs cheek.
âMe too, but Iâll see you soon, yeah?âÂ
Leon nods, pulling away just enough to place a final kiss on your lips as his answer. As his lips slot perfectly into yours, you canât help but wonder how you ended up getting so lucky tonight.
After taking a quick peek out the door, you slip out quietly, and head to the stairs. The party is still as busy as before, unaware of one of the most important things in your life happening in the other room.
The second you reach the bottom of the stairs, Claire is waiting for you, arms crossed over his chest, foot tapping inpaitently.
"You've got a lot of explaining to do, y/n."
She looks you up and down, seeing your clothes wrinkled, hair a mess, and face flushed red. You just laugh, and walk with her towards the front door.
This is set sometime after RE2. And since the remakes never really gave remake scenes of this part of the lore, I made my own spin of the "deal" part and made it... harsher. I imagined Leon tried to visit Sherry as often as he could but couldn't visit more often in later years and kinda lost contact (just my headcanon). But I think he reconnected with Sherry after the events of RE6 and then we get their dynamic in RE9 where he can be a dad to her again.
He's sad in the last panel because he thinks he'll never be free.
Special thanks to @loveiscosmicsin for making sure my English is alright.
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re4r!Leon Kennedy x f!reader
a short continuation of What's Left of Him
summary: the morning after a night of reconnection, nerves still heightened and brick walls beginning to crumble.
wc: 2.6k
content warning: brief use of y/n, some slight angst, mostly sappy fluff <3
note: after the overwhelming support of the first part, i just had to give you guys a sappy close to this story. it's seriously incomprehensible how much all of you guys' enjoying my work means to me, i'll never stop saying it but thank you so so much <3
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The first thing you notice as the sleep subsides in your body are the quiet mutterings in your ear. You canât quite hear whatâs being said, mind still clouded from your deep rest. You slowly take in your surroundings, notice the warmth of the sun glowing on your face, the smell of citrus and fresh linen, and the warm body pressed against your back.
Leonâs arms were wrapped tight around your waist, head nestled in the crook of your neck, his rhythmic breaths fanning over your shoulder. In the back of your mind, you had almost convinced yourself that you would be waking up to an empty bed.
You were afraid that Leon would wake up, panic about everything that happened the night before and leave without a trace. Although he had quite the breakthrough, trauma isnât healed overnight. You canât take away six years of memories and expect him to be good as new, but it was a start.
But he was there, legs entangled under the bedsheets, resting sounder than he had in years. Your eyes adjust as you open them slowly, the golden rays filling your pupils. A content sigh left your nose, your hand snaking over Leonâs around your waist and giving it a gentle squeeze, letting him know youâre awake. His arms only tightened on your waist, his nose nudging deeper into your shoulder.
You felt happy and secure, more than you had in a long time. You always felt that something was missing in your dating life, whether it was just picking the wrong guys who have completely forgotten how to be a gentleman, or the self sabotage of convincing yourself that they arenât actually interested and cutting them off before they did it to you.
  But the moment you found out that Leon was alive after all this time, you knew you would bump into him at some point. Thatâs just how it was with the two of you. You happened to be partners in English class in high school, coming from two completely different friend groups but ended up having way too many things in common with each other.
Then the two of you both applied for the same college without telling the other, both got in and wound up living in the same dorm building just down the hall from each other. No matter how much time passed, life always seemed to pull the two of you back together.
And being with Leon was easy. He had always known how to make you laugh, whether it was those corny one liners he always had locked and loaded, or just genuinely making you laugh without realizing what heâs doing.
Leon felt the same way about you, too. He wouldnât admit it but the first couple years after the government had taken him in, he had kept tabs on you. Whether it was just where you were working, or if you were still living in your college town, he just needed to know that you were safe.
After so long of not reaching out, and realizing that you were doing really well for yourself in life, he decided that leaving you alone was the best option. He didnât want to get you involved in what he does in any sort of way, and didnât want to have to try and explain what had happened to him.
But lying here, in bed with you, he regretted all of the time he had lost. He knew you would understand after all these years, you wouldnât blame him for what he did if he had just told you. But he was afraid. Leon didnât have anything to worry about losing, which is how he got so good at what he does. Now, a shiver goes up his spine every time he thinks about how vulnerable you make him.
âHey,â you whispered, vocal cords are definitely a little sore, âyou feel relaxed. How did you sleep?â
 You turned around now facing Leon, propping your head up with your elbow to get a better look at him. He truly looked relaxed. There was no trace of strain on his face, eyebrows relaxed and lips soft, his hair was draped over one eye, and the visible one was looking right at you. And not with that lustful gaze like last night, the blue in his irises were brighter, the hardened ice melted into a serene river.
Leon sighed, his hand coming back to rest on your hip under the covers, thumb circling over the skin.
âYeah,â he paused, âI slept.â
You knew what that meant. He had a full night of uninterrupted sleep, nothing haunting him in his dreams, no tossing and turning. You smiled, free hand moving to brush the hair off of his face so you could admire it in its entirety.
âSee? I told you I could take your nightmares away.â
A soft chuckle escaped Leon, wrapping the arm on your hip around so he could scoop you closer into him. He laid flat on his back, pulling you in so your head rested on his chest. His fingers trailed up and under the hoodie you were wearing and splayed across your back, fingertips pressing into your skin.
âIâm just surprised youâre still here.â Leon whispered, eyes looking up at the ceiling to avoid your gaze.
âWhat? Why would I leave?â
âI donât know, I was almost expecting you to back out after hearing all of my shit and take off.â
You frown, eyebrows knitting together. Your heart aches at the thought of Leon assuming you would abandon him. He hasnât had anything dependable in his life for a very long time; people come and go in his line of work, and things like gaining trust definitely donât come easy.
It was simpler for Leon to assume that it was all too much for you, it almost hurt more for him to confront those feelings and not blame you for running. Because youâre laying beside him, finger tracing patterns on his chest, asking him how he slept last night; youâre showing that you care.
You canât help but feel your throat tighten at his words. How he still couldnât let himself enjoy the fact that youâre still here. You canât even imagine the shit Leonâs endured to let himself even think that, to be surprised that you wouldnât run.
âI told you I would stay Leon,â you spoke softly, chin planted on his chest so your eyes could meet his, âI wasnât gonna leave after last night. I wouldnât do that to you.â You lifted your head and pulled yourself up to kiss him, lips just firm enough to ground him, enough to show how much you care.
Leonâs fingers threaded through your hair, his lips pressing firmer onto yours, needing to feel that security under your touch. He deepened the kiss, the grip in your hair tightening slightly, tongue prodding at your lips to gain entrance.
You moaned, allowing Leonâs tongue to slide into your mouth. You cupped his face, thumbs brushing against his cheeks as you kissed him, providing that comforting feeling of your presence. Leon was trying to escalate the kiss, tightening the grip in your hair and pressing his lips harder, but you wouldnât let him.
It seemed like a coping mechanism for him, burying his feelings and ignoring his emotions with physical intimacy. As much as you enjoyed being physical with Leon, like really enjoyed it, now wasnât the time. You wanted to keep it lighter, more relaxed than the night before.
You pulled away from the kiss and fluttered your eyes open to see Leonâs still wired shut, stuttering breaths leaving his lips. He rested his forehead onto yours, his fingers retracting from your hair and resting gently on your shoulders.
âHey, relax Leon, youâre okay.â
He opened his eyes slowly, his pupils swallowing the blue of his irises. His cheeks flushed a light pink, his gaze avoiding you.
âI just- I donât know what to do with all of this, y/n.â His voice cracked, Adamâs apple bobbing in his throat.
âDo you remember the night you left for Raccoon City?â You asked, pulling yourself to sit up against the headboard. Leon followed, sitting up beside you, his hand tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
âKinda hard to forget that night,â he sighed, his hand finding yours, fiddling with your fingers.
âDo you remember what you said to me?â Leon looked at you confused, one eyebrow raised at your question.
ây/n, I gotta go down there. I just know somethingâs not right.â Leonâs voice spoke through the phone, the sound of his jeep speeding down the highway.Â
âLeon, at least wait until morning? Itâs late, and you havenât slept.â You begged over the phone, pacing in your room, praying to anything that heâd change his mind.
âI canât just sit there and wait around. Iâm a figure for the people now, itâs my job to do whatever it takes to help.âÂ
You sigh, breath faltering as your throat tightens. You knew Leon was right. Something bad was happening down there, but you were selfish in not wanting him to find out. You wanted him there with you, safe.
âOkay,â your voice cracks, âjust, call me when you get to the station, alright? I need to know you made it there in one piece.âÂ
âCome on y/n, thereâs no way in hell that I wonât make it back to you. Thatâs my top priority as Officer Kennedy.â He laughs, trying to lighten the mood, but the line only goes quiet for a moment.
âIâm serious Leon-â
âI know, I know. Iâll call as soon as I get down there. Please donât worry, okay? I should be back in a day or two.â
A tear rolls down your face, your hand wiping it away angrily. His determination frustrated you. You knew this came with the job, but he hasnât even had his first day yet.Â
âAlright. Please be safe, Leon.â
âI always am.â
You looked off to the window, your eyes filling with tears. The sun rose above the skyline, and golden light filled the room. A yellow hue cast on Leonâs hair making it look even blonder than it is.
âI remember hearing the confidence in your voice, telling me how important it was for you to show up for the people in that city. Be someone they could count on.â You finally met his gaze, his eyes already burning holes into your face. His eyes were wide, the memories flooding his brain as he recalled that night.
âI never called.âÂ
A tear slipped past your eye, leaving a trail down your face. You only nodded.
âI waited for so long. Weeks had gone by and I was still sitting by the phone. But I couldnât be angry, because I knew you had to have had a really good reason not to, right?â You sniffled, Leonâs hand now firmly grasping yours, the other raising to brush the tears off of your face.
âI still couldâve. Even if it was weeks later-â
âThatâs not the point. The point is, even after everything, I know that same determination and morality is still in you.â You smiled weakly, a small sob exiting your body. Leon muttered a soft, âOh baby,â and pulled you into a tight embrace. You wrapped your arms tight around his shoulders, his holding firm around your waist.
âI wanted to call,â Leon whispered, head leaning against yours, âI didnât forget. But everything happened so fast, and without realizing it too much time had gone by.â
He pulled back from the hug, still keeping a grounding touch against your waist. You looked at him with wide eyes, swollen lips parted slightly.
â...What?â
âIâm so sorry, y/n. I never stopped thinking about you. After everything at Raccoon City, and being taken in by the government⌠I didnât know how to come back. Everything was completely different about me, I thought you would hate the person I am now.â
Your heart ached. After all this time, you thought that the reason he never called was because he had died. Your brain was scrambling with all of this information, how he had never stopped thinking about you. How could you hate him?
You sniffled, hands reaching to caress his face. You looked unwavering into his eyes, your own full of sincerity.
âThere is nothing you could do to make me hate you. The past is behind us, all that matters is that youâre here, with me.â You smiled, thumbs brushing over the soft skin of his face. Leon smiled back, very weak but still there.
âJust canât seem to get rid of me can you?â You both laughed, leaning into the headboard of the bed more. You shifted next to him, and rested your head on his shoulder. You felt him sigh, muscles relaxing into the bed the more he got comfortable beside you.Â
âIâm not complaining,â You hummed, eyes drifting down his body, to his hands in his lap. Your hand snaked its way into his, intertwining your fingers together.
âSo, what does Leon Kennedy do on his day off?â You asked, eyes still watching the way his fingers wrapped around your own.
âTypically I just drink until Iâm called into my next missionâŚâ He trailed off, now feeling guilty for his answer. You didnât judge or give a sour face, just nodded and planted a gentle kiss on his shoulder.
âWell, letâs not do that today,â you muffled against his shoulder, âhow about I make breakfast?â Leonâs head whipped to face yours, one eyebrow arched.
âMake breakfast?â
âWhat, do you not eat this early?âÂ
âNo I-I do, I just⌠no oneâs cooked for me in a long time.â
Your head lifted off his shoulder, a warm smile across your face. You sat up, adjusting your body to face him completely.Â
âCan I make you something to eat? I-if thatâs okay with you-â
â-Yes, thatâs more than okay.â
Leon smiled, his hand reaching up to hold the back of your head, guiding you to his lips. The kiss is sweet and earnest, as if to say thank you.
Leonâs heart had never felt so full. It had been a long time since heâs had someone wanting to take care of him, and the feeling of learning to let that control go was freeing. He could let his guard down without feeling guilty for it, especially after how kind and considerate youâve been to him.
You pulled away from the kiss, and as you stared into Leonâs eyes, you saw that twenty one year old you once knew.
You saw the light start to find its way back, the silent hope slowly rising to the surface. It finally felt like the piece thatâs been missing in your life was finally put into place. You were doing fine, a decent job, good friends, and living comfortably. But there was always a hole that you couldnât fill.
You had been content single, flings here and there but nothing ever lasted long. Maybe you wouldnât admit it to yourself, but you had been in love with Leon for a long time. He was always someone you could depend on, and once that was ripped away from you, it took a long time to adjust.Â
So you kept your heart guarded, tucked away so no one could hurt it.
Then Leon showed up, broken and hurting, and it ignited something in you. After years of him taking care of you, it only felt right to return the favour.