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summary: Youâve been pining over the man next door for months. On a humid summer afternoon, the devil angel on your shoulder finally wins the argument. Between a batch of cookies and a blue sundress, youâre hoping for more than just a polite "thank you" at his front door.
warnings: age gap (reader mid-20s, leon 50), re9!leon, female reader, smut (vaginal sex, fingering, cowgirl, missionary), praise kink, mild dirty talk
pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader
word count: 7k
A/N: English isnât my first language, so any constructive criticism is welcome!đ Likes and reblogs are appreciated
This is stupid. But watching Leon pull his bike into the driveway next door, shoulders heavy with a kind of exhaustion that looked bone-deep, was the final push. Heâs back from whatever "work" keeps him gone for months, and opportunities to see him when he isn't guarded or half-dead on his feet donât come often. After months of pining over the older, quiet man, you finally have the nerve to act.
You stand in your neglected kitchen, squinting at a blog post on your phone. âSet the oven toâŠâ you murmur, fumbling with the dial until it clicks. Flour coats your knuckles as you measure sugar and butter. The ceramic bowl skids across the counter, but you catch it just before it hits the floor. By the time you shaped the first cookies onto the tray, your hands were dusted in white, and the smell of dough filled the air. You slide the tray into the oven, heart racing at the thought of giving these to him.
The whole house smells like a warm bakery by the time you reach the wardrobe. There it isâthe blue sundress, still hanging exactly where you left it in the back. You reach for it before you can talk yourself out of it.Â
The silk slides easily over your hips, the fabric soft and light against your skin. Your reflection makes you pause. YeahâŠheâs definitely going to notice this.
You settle for a lighter makeup look, adding more emphasis to your eyes. An approving hum slips from you as you study your reflection.Â
You gather your hair, letting it fall loosely before smoothing it down, just enough to make it sit the way you want. A few strands frame your face as you give yourself one last look.
The air in the kitchen is warm. You tuck the last of your things into your purse before stepping toward the oven. When you open it, the smell of fresh cookies rises up âsweet and invitingâand something in your chest loosens.
You take them out carefully, wrapping them into a container, your movements slower now, steadier.Â
With the cookies secured, you move back to your purse. You unzip it, glancing insideâphone, keys, everything still in placeâthen close it and sling the strap over your shoulder.
Outside, your skin tingles under the heat of the sun. The neighborhoodâs quietness amplifies the sound of your steps, the fabric of the dress swishing against your legs. Your grip on the container tightens, palms slick as you near Leon's house. A stupid idea, you thought, scoffing.Â
Before you can hesitate further, youâre already on Leonâs front porch. With a deep inhale, your hold on the container loosens. Relax Y/N. Donât overthink this. Wiping your free hand down your dress, you ring the doorbell and quickly retract it to your side.Â
Insecurity washes over you as the moment stretches on, and for a second you wonder if you shouldâve just stayed home. Just as you start to wallowâ
âHey there.â
You look upâand there he is. Leon. Obnoxiously attractive as ever.
Heâs clad in a long-sleeved compression shirt, completely unfitting for the summer heat. It clings to him, outlining his physique a little too well. Is that even his size?
And he smellsâgod, he smells incredible. Clean and warm, something woodsy underneath, like fresh soap and fabric thatâs been sitting in the sun too long.
Your breath hitches as you catch yourself gawking like a creep. Your posture straightens unconsciously. Not trusting your voice yet, you lift a hand in an awkward wave, nearly dropping the plastic container in the process.
The container is pressed closer to your chest now. âHiâŠMr. Kennedy," your voice comes out breathlessâway too breathless. God, you felt like a highschooler with a barely masked crush.
âHowâs it going Y/n,â Leonâs voice draws you out of your thoughts and you try not to linger on the quiet warmth in it.
You cough. âUm, fineâreally fine. How about you?â That last part comes out a little rushed.
âNot too bad,â Leon answers, a warm smile on his face.
Without overthinking, you hold out the cookies to him. âSo uh..I think I underestimated the portion and made too much of these,â the deliberate lie slips out from you. â...And I thought, maybe youâd like some?âÂ
Hmm, that was much less frightening than you thought it would be. Surprise flickers across Leonâs face, but he quickly masks it with a faint smile. He certainly hadnât expected his next-door neighbor to show up at his door, somehow even prettier than he remembered. For a moment, he just takes in the sight of you before speaking.
âI really appreciate it, Y/n.â
A quiet hum leaves his lips as he takes the cookies from you, his expression softening. âThese look really good,â he says, glancing back at you, âThanks, again.â
Nodding, you reply, âItâs nothing.â Now that your hands have lost their anchor, you smooth them down your dress, hoping to hide just how nervous you feel.
Leon scratches the back of his neck, looking toward his apartment. He hesitates, then asks, âDo you⊠maybe want to come in? If itâs okay.â
You press your lips together, stifling the small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. Not wanting to make your excitement too obvious, you reply, âI donât want to be a bother.â Youâre secretly hoping he sees right through the bluff and insists on letting you in anyway.
He tilts his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. âA bother? Not at all⊠I wouldnât mind some company.â
âOkayâof course⊠I mean, yeah.â You groan internally at the sound of your voice, please stay home next time. Leon, however, doesnât react to your flustered state, simply stepping aside to let you in.
The first thing you notice is how clean and quiet his place is. Light streams through the tall windows, hitting the pale floors and making the space feel bigger than it is. Thereâs barely any furniture, but it all feels effortless, like someone who uses what they need and nothing more.
Leon walks over to the kitchen, placing the cookies on the sleek marble countertops. His kitchen is immaculate, almost too neat. He gestures his hands towards the living room, âPlease y/n, make yourself at home.âÂ
You shift slightly, then reply, âThanks,â moving to sit on the couch. You tuck your hands into your lap, hoping you donât look as out of place as you feel. A half read book lies upside down on the coffee table, its pages slightly bent, like it had been abandoned mid-thought. You linger on it for a momentâthen your gaze shifts, catching on the wilting flowers in the vase. The faint scent of their petals drifts to you, and after a pause, you clear your throat and glance at him.
âMr. Kennedy,â you say, your words a little halting, âwhat do you usually get up to this time of year?â
He chuckles softly, shaking his head. âLeonâs fine,â he says with a small smile. âAndâŠwell,â he hums for a moment, ânot anything interesting if I'm being honest. Just, maybe picking up some old hobbies.â
You hum. âMakes sense⊠I should probably be more like you, Mr Kenneâuh, Leon.â
He raises an eyebrow, a small grin forming, âWhat, you mean boring and bad at cooking?â
You shake your head, a small laugh escaping. âNo, thatâs not what I meant. I just⊠I want to have more time for myself. My friends always drag me to every new event.â
Though you liked keeping busy, sometimes you just wanted a little space to do your own thing, and honestly, maybe it wouldnât hurt to be a little âboringâ for once.
âWell⊠itâs good to have a balance of both,â Leon says, walking over to where youâre seated, âjust donât compare yourself to meâor to anyone else.â
You chuckle, looking up at him, âThanks for the wisdom.â
He huffs out a laugh, âDonât mention it,â a hint of amusement in his tone.Â
Leonâs eyes stay on you, calm and steady, and for a moment you canât look away. Growing shy under his gaze, you look to the side, pretending the abstract painting on his wall is suddenly fascinating. Your stomach twists, a faint warmth creeping up your neck. Woman up Y/n â you didnât come here to melt under his stare.
The quiet stretches, just enough for you to notice the soft ticking of the clock.
ââŠYou look different today,â he says, breaking the silence.
âDifferent how?â you ask, looking back at him, trying to sound normal and failing miserably.
He shrugs slightly, but doesnât look away, âDressed up,â he says. âFor cookies?â
Oh God. Abort mission. âI always dress like this,â you lie.
He steps a little closer, not enough to be obvious, but enough that you notice.
âRight,â he says, uncertainty laced in his tone.
âYou donât look convinced.â
Thereâs a beat of silence.
âMaybe Iâm not,â he says.
You let out a small, breathy laugh. âGod, youâre making this really embarrassing for me.â
His expression shifts, softer now. âWasnât my intention,â he says quietly.
You take a deep breath in. âI justâŠâ you start, then stop. God, say it.Â
You let out a small, nervous laugh, shaking your head. âWow, this sounded a lot better in my head.â
Leon doesnât interrupt this time, he just watches you, patiently, and that almost makes it worse.
âI didnât come here just to give you cookies,â you admit, your voice quieter now. âI meanâI did, but not just for that.â
Your fingers twist together in your lap.Â
âI wanted an excuse to see you.â
There. Itâs not everything, but itâs something? The silence that follows isnât awkward, just, heavy.
Leonâs expression has changed again. Not teasing this time. Something more focused, like heâs actually seeing you now.
ââŠAn excuse?â he repeats.Â
You nod quickly, heat rushing to your face. âYeah. Because if I didnât have one, I probably wouldnât have come over at all.â
âWhy not?â
You let out a breath, almost a huff. âBecause you make me nervous.â
That earns you a quiet reaction, a small exhale, almost like a surprised laugh under his breath. âDo I?â
âYes,â you say immediately, then wince at how fast that came out. âI meanâobviously. Look at you.â
The words slip out before you can stop them, and you pause, already regretting it. For a second, nothing happens. Then Leon lets out a quiet laugh, an actual one, not just the polite kind he usually gives.
ââLook at me,â huh?â he echoes.
You groan, covering your face for a second. âCan we pretend I didnât say that?â
âNo,â he says easily.
You peek at him through your fingers. Heâs smiling, but thereâs something else under it now. Something warmer and more interested. ââŠIâm glad you did,â he adds.
That makes your stomach flip, and you slowly lower your hands. The air between you feels different now, heavier and charged. Leon leans back a little, crossing his arms, but his gaze doesnât leave you.
âSo,â he says, tilting his head just a bit, âyou baked too many cookies, dressed up, and came over⊠just for an excuse to see me.â
Your throat goes dry. ââŠYeah.âÂ
Silence settled between you again as Leon studies you for a moment.
He tilts his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. âWell,â he murmurs, voice cutting through the quiet, âI guess I better make it worth your trouble.â
No fucking way.
You huff out a laugh, trying to hide the deep flush on your cheeks. âHow do you plan on doing that?â Â
His eyes darken slightly, amused, and he steps closer. One hand comes up, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, then lingering on your cheek. You turn your face away, cheeks burning.
âHey,â he says softly, his voice low but teasing, âdonât look away from me now.â
âIâm not⊠Iâm justâŠâ You search the living room for a distraction. âTaking in the⊠architecture. Itâs nice.â
Leon lets out a genuine laugh, the sound short and breathy. âYouâre a terrible liar, you know that?â
You manage a small, awkward grin, shaking your head, âHey⊠give me some credit, okay? Itâs not easy coming up with a lie on the spot.â
Seeing the way your cheeks flush, Leon leans back slightly, just enough to tilt your face up with two fingers beneath your chin. âIf it would make you more comfortable, then Iâm as nervous as you are,â he murmurs softly.
You feel your eyes soften themselves, something Leon doesnât miss. You reach out hesitantly, fingers gently wrapping around his hand.
 âIs it becauseâŠ,â you let the sentence trail off, not wanting to make false assumptions.Â
âI think you know why,â he says, voice quieter than you expected. Â
You bite your lip, fighting the urge to close the distance between you. His gaze drops to your lipsâso quickly you almost miss it. A beat passes. Maybe two. You donât realize how much closer youâve gotten until the tip of your nose lightly brushes against his.Â
Before you can close the gap, Leon pulls backâjust slightly. He exhales, unsteady, eyes closing as if heâs trying to think. He shakes his head once. Then he straightens.
âFuck, I⊠Iâm sorry Y/n, that was really out of line,â he says, a slight crack in his tone, lungs still breathless.Â
Your face scrunches up in confusion, did you do something wrong?
Leon pinches the bridge of his nose, voice tight and jittery. âYouâre⊠youâre young, and I⊠I shouldnât be doing this.â He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. âGod, I wasnât thinking.â
You stay seated a heartbeat longer, cheeks warm, fingers twisting in your lap. Slowly, you push off the couch, letting the cushions sigh behind you. You rise carefully, testing yourself as much as him.
Leon glances up, startled. His eyes flick between your face and your hands, catching the way your fingers brush the edge of your dress. His shoulders tighten, a quiet tension coursing through him.
You take a tiny step closer, almost instinctively letting your fingertips brush against the edge of his arm. âI⊠um,â you murmur, voice a little shaky. âIâm not a kid. I⊠I wanted this.â
Your lips twitch into a nervous, fleeting smile. âThe cookies, the dress,â you let out a shaky exhale before proceeding, âI thought⊠maybe youâd like them.â The words are quiet, almost hesitant.Â
Leon swallows hard, caught in between surprise and disbelief. Heâs trying to process you, trying to understand.Â
Seeing the confused look on his face, you let out a soft, breathy laugh. âI think you know why a girl would go out of her wayâŠto do all this,â you say, glancing up at him.Â
Feeling entirely too bold for your own good, you take his hand, placing it on your waist. âI know what I want Leon," you say, voice coming out lower than you intended. âButâŠif I misread this and you want nothing to do with meâthen,â a shaky exhale falls from you. âThen Iâll leave.â
You couldnât believe you just did that, not as someone who was never this direct. Either way, you werenât going to waste any more of your time on someone who had no interest in you.
Leon blinks rapidly, his mouth falling open for a second before he snaps it shut. âIâŠâ He trails off. âNoâI⊠I do,â he admits, voice unsteady, though thereâs a quiet certainty beneath it. He huffs out a breath of laughter, turning his head to the side. âGod, I do want you. I want you so bad.â
Your breath hitches, caught off guard by the rawness in his voice.
âHow could I not?â Leonâs voice is a low, tired rasp, and the grip on your waist finally firms up, pulling you flush against him. He huffs a short, dry laugh, his gaze dropping to your lips. âIâve been trying not to want you, Y/N. Believe me. âBut youâre⊠youâre genuine. Ambitious, kind, smart. Youâve got this energy I canât even describe, and Iâve spent far too much time away thinking about it.â He shakes his head, his thumb grazing the skin just above your hip.
A small, almost shy smile tugs at your lips, and your heart skips a beat. You can feel the warmth of him pressed against you. For a moment, neither of you speaks, the quiet between you heavy but charged. You glance up, catching his gaze, and it feels like the world has narrowed down to just the two of you.
Your fingers inch along his arm, tentative, lingering. He leans closer, his forehead almost brushing yours. You can feel your heartbeat in the quiet, each thump louder than the last.
Finally, you murmur, voice barely above a whisper: âKiss me.â
Leonâs breath catches. His lips hover near yours for a heartbeat, then slowly, deliberately, he closes the gap. The first brush of his lips against yours was soft, uncertain, almost like neither of you could comprehend that this was actually happening.
His lips are soft, so much softer than you thought they would be. The roughness of his stubble grazes your cheek, sending chills straight down your spine. Leon takes your hands, brushing over them softly before guiding them to rest at his nape.
Your lips curve into a smile against his, fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. Leon coaxes your mouth open slowly with his tongue, a low groan slipping from him as he deepens the kiss. You sigh breathlessly, the taste of him intensifying and going straight to your head.
You slowly pull apart from the kiss, both a little breathless. Leonâs face is flushed, pupils blown so wide the blues of his irises are almost black. Â
âIâm tired of standing,â you murmur, your bottom lip softening into a pout.
âYeah,â he rasps, voice unsteady, hands tightening as he walks you back toward the couch.
As Leon takes a seat, you decide to be bolder, climbing into his lap. A rush of adrenaline tingles through your body. His eyes widen a fraction, surprised by your sudden boldnessâlike the kiss has knocked something loose in you.
You shift in his lap, tentative at first, until you find a position that feels right. His hands slide to your waist, warm and certain, and the small reassurance of it steadies your nerves. Your breath catches as your eyes drop to his lips again. This time, you donât hesitate â you lean in, closing the space between you.
Leonâs grip on your waist is still there, and you feel it begin to grow tighter as the kiss deepens. You adjust your weight in his lap, and the small movement pulls a sharp hiss from him. You quickly bite back the soft moan that nearly escapes you.
His tongue teasingly traces your bottom lip, the action making your grip on his shirt tighten. Of their own accord, your thighs begin to move against Leonâs lap, slow and unsteady. A low groan escapes him as his tongue nudges yours, parting your lips. Every brush of his tongue sends a jolt through you, heat pooling between your legs.Â
A soft moan slips from you as your heat presses perfectly against his growing bulge. You grind against his thigh, the friction impossibly right. Leon gaspsâreally gaspsâbefore his hands drift downward to your ass, gripping firmly and urging you on.
Without warning, Leon pulls back from your lips, his face flushed, lips tinged red. He holds your gaze, voice low and rough. âYou sure you want to go further?â
âMhmm,â you murmur, cheeks warming, fingers twisting together. Your voice is quiet, a little shakyâbut thereâs a teasing edge. âI⊠I could do all the work⊠if you think you can keep up at your age.â
Your stomach tightens at your own boldness. You werenât sure what you were getting yourself into. Leon looked⊠strong, capable, and completely unflinching, and just imagining what might come next makes your cheeks heat. Could you really keep up with him?
âRiiight,â he smirks, his gaze sharp. âGuess Iâll leave it to you then⊠maâam.â
Your chest tightens. No, no! He was actually letting you take the lead? Oh⊠you were absolutely doomed.
A nervous cough escapes you, tryingâand failingâto hide the quiver in your voice. âR-right then⊠buckle up, Leonâ His terrible jokes were already rubbing off on you. Of course, Leon laughs, really laughs, and for a moment, his eyes crinkle at the corners, making him look younger, almost mischievous.
Leon rubs his hands against your upper thighs, eyes lidded. âIf itâs fine with you⊠maybe we could go to my room?â
You bite your lip, heart skipping, and nod. âYeah⊠letâs.â
He lifts you with ease, your thighs wrapping around his waist as your arms settle around his shoulders. Without breaking the moment, he turns and starts up the stairs, each step measured as he carries you like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
With his foot, he nudges the bedroom door open and carries you inside. Your heart races, excitement bubbling through you. You hadnât expected things to go this far, even though youâd worn the black lacy set in preparationâbut now that they have, youâre not complaining.
Leon places you gently on the bed and takes a step back. His voice lowers, tinged with concern. âLast chance to back out⊠are you really suââ
Your cheeks heat, heart hammering. You bite your lip, words catching in your throat⊠then the need bursts out before you can stop it. âLeon⊠if you donâtâfuck meâright now⊠I swear Iâll die from frustration,â you whisper, voice trembling, almost pleading.
Leon huffs out a laugh at your boldness, the side of his mouth curving up into a slight smirk, âDemanding, are we?â
Growing increasingly impatient, you toy with the neckline of your dress, just enough to hint at the curve of your chest. Leon gulps, his eyes dropping to the flash of black lace peeking out from beneath the fabric. He steps closer, large hands settling on your waist, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles against your skin.
âCan I?â he murmurs.Â
You felt your face getting hot as you nodded and whispered back, âYeah.â
His thumb drifts to the slit of your dress, tracing the smooth skin of your upper thigh. You bite back a soft mewl as his fingers gather the fabric, inching it slowly higher. Your breath catches as the material slides up, revealing more than it did before.
Finally tugging the dress over your head, his eyes rake over you, blue melting into molten as they take in the lacy black set you chose to wear. He leans in, curling a finger under your chin to tilt your face up. âYou really had this planned out, huh?â he murmurs, the corner of his mouth twitching upward.
Your cheeks heat, and you press your hands to your face. âStopâŠâ
Leon reaches for your hands, lowering them gently. âHey, hey⊠none of that,â he says softly, fingers brushing over yours. âThereâs nothing to be shy about. I⊠really appreciate the effort.â
Something in your chest eases, a warmth spreading through you as your nerves settle slightly. Leon steps back, gaze steady on you as he pulls the navy shirt over his head.Â
Your eyes widen as you catch sight of him shirtless. Youâd known he was bigâhis skin-tight shirts had done nothing to hide itâbut seeing him like this⊠your gaze lingers on the solid expanse of his chest, shoulders, and arms, every inch impossibly thick and muscular.
Leonâs voice cuts through your ogling, âWhy donât you take a picture?â
The corny joke pulled out a breathy laugh from you, âYou canât be real,â you murmur, shaking your head.
The corner of his mouth twitches, like heâs pleased with himself. He leans in slowly this time, giving you a second to react, to pull away. You donât.
His hands find your thighs, warm and steady, and when he kisses you again, itâs firmerâless teasing, more intent. The kiss deepens quickly, his tongue tracing your bottom lip. You part your lips without resistance, letting him in, a soft sound slipping from the back of your throat.
His thumbs press lightly against your abdomen, tracing a slow path upward toward your sternum. A soft, involuntary moan slips from your mouth, and his fingers linger there for a heartbeat, as if memorizing the curve of your bodyâbefore they begin to drift downward again, gliding over the gentle slope of your waist. They move lower, thighs clenching when his fingers brush against the delicate lace of your underwear.
Leon breaks away from the kiss, eyes filled with concern, âYou ok?â
You catch your breath as he pulls back, heart racing. âYeah⊠yeah, I just⊠havenât done this in a while, and⊠I guess Iâm just⊠more sensitive,â you breathe out, words trembling slightly.
He lets out a short laugh, eyes softening, âYeah⊠uh, same here.â
You slowly release the tension in your thighs, letting your legs fall into a more open, relaxed position. Leonâs gaze drifts lower, catching on to the wet patch on your panties. He groansâquiet but hoarse, âFuck youâre soaking.â
Then, his hand slides into your underwear, fingers feathering across your mound. A broken whimper falls from your lips, pussy clenching around nothing at all. Leonâs fingers move to your slit, slowly circling your entrance. The delicate trace has you shifting restlessly beneath him, desperate for more.Â
And then, after what feels like forever, he drags a single finger between your folds. It's just one finger, but it feels more than it should, your jaw unlocking and falling wide open.
You arch helplessly into his hand, chasing more. A sharp gasp escapes you as he adds a second finger, the stretch making your thighs quiver uncontrollably.Â
He settles into a deliberate rhythm, his thumb circling your clit with slow, measured circles.
âOh fuck⊠Leon.âA low moan breaks from you, your toes curling against the sheets.
You shove your face into the sheets, hips jerking forward as he curls his fingers through your fluttering walls. Leon watches your face closely, noting every subtle reaction.Â
âThatâs the spot?â He whispers, voice strained.Â
You nod against the sheets, feeling your vision going hazy at the edges. A loud, frantic moan slips past your teeth as his thumb speeds over your clit, the pressure just right. Immediately, your hand covers your mouth, attempting to bury any more moans that threaten to spill out.Â
âI want to hear you,â he says, his voice low and rough, âLet me hear you.â
Slowly, you lower your hand, resting it against your upper chest. His fingers plunge in and out of you, the pace quickening as he leans in. âYeah⊠thatâs a good girl,â he coos.
You clench hard around his fingers at the praise, a sharp gasp escaping. âOh god, Leonââ
Leonâs eyebrows arch, his head tilting with a smirk. âYou like that, huh?â
Your breath hitches, a sharp, ragged sound catching in your throat as the friction becomes too much.Â
âLeon... IâmâIâm close,â you say hoarsely, legs shaking uncontrollably as you near your edge.Â
Leon looks down at you, his gaze dark and feral. âYeah?â he goads, his pace turning ruthless, âThen donât you dare hold back for me.â
All you can do is nod, eyes glittered with tears that threaten to spill over your lashes.Â
âFuck! âIm gonna cum,â you whine pathetically, hardly breathing at this point. âLeonâoh god, mâ gonnaââ you cry out, every thought burned away by the raw friction of his fingers.
âI know, I know,â he whispers, his forehead resting against yours. âIâm right here. Do it for me, sweetheart.â He maintains a punishingly perfect pace that leaves no room for air.
Without warning, the sensation tips over the edge. Your breath dies in your throat as your cunt seizes around his hand. Everything goes white, your eyes stinging and wet.Â
Your back finally rests against the bed, chest heaving in a ragged rhythm. Leon tracks your shallow breaths, his gaze softening at your exhaustion. With agonizing slowness, he uncurls his nimble fingers and slides them from your slick, aching heat. A tiny, broken gasp leaves your lips as he retreats.
He leans over you, his thumb brushing away the stray strands of hair clinging to your damp forehead. âGood job,â he whispers, his voice a low, grounding rumble.
Usually, youâd flush and hide, but the intensity has left you with a daring, heavy-lidded buzz. Instead of shrinking away, you shift, propping yourself up on your elbows. The movement is slow, intentional, and entirely uncharacteristic of your usual shyness.
âSaid I was gonna do all the work, right?â you whisper, your voice dropping into a sultry, confident edge as you look him dead in the eye. You offer him a playful, challenging smirk. âSo lay back down, old man.â
Leon huffs out a laugh, shaking his head in amusement. âAlright, maâam,â he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave as he plays along.
He settles back against the mattress, lacing his fingers behind his head to give you the floor. He looks entirely too comfortable, his gaze fixed on you with a heavy, hooded sort of expectationâlike heâs just waiting to see if you can actually back up the talk.
Smug bastard.
âReady when you are,â he groans, the corner of his lip twitching up into a lazy, lopsided smirk.
Oh, you are definitely going to wipe that look off his face.
Slowly, you push off your elbows, your weight shifting as you crawl over him until you're straddling his abdomen. You settle there, staying just high enough to keep him waiting.
Leonâs eyes go dark, his breath hitching as you press down against the hard ridges of his abs. You reach back, the muscles of your arms tensing as you fumble with the clasp of your bra.
The moment the metal clicks, the air leaves Leonâs lungs in a low, shaky exhale. The smugness finally fractures, his jaw tightening as he stares up at you, his composure stripped away as your bra falls from your chest.
His gaze drops from your face, tracking the movement with a heavy, unblinking focus, his mouth hanging open slightly as any witty retorts are seemingly scorched from his mind. âFuck... youâre so beautiful, you know that?â he whispers, his voice strained and barely audible in the quiet of the room.
Your neck flushes at the complimentâas if heâs one to talk. Leonâs hands slide down your sides to find your waist, his grip firm as his fingers drift lower, grazing the edge of your lace.
You slightly lift your hips up, fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear. With a slow, deliberate motion, you slide them down your legs, leaving a faint, shimmering trail of wetness clinging to the soft fabric.
Youâre fully naked above him, skin gleaming in the dim light. Leon doesnât know where to fix his gazeâyour face, the curve of your chest, or the heat where your mound presses against his abs. He looks utterly entranced, his throat bobbing as he swallows hard. Your fingers drift down to toy with the waistband of his jeans, a silent question in your touch.
"Can I?" you whisper.
He nods, his breath hitching in anticipation.
You make quick work of the zipper on his jeans. Youâre impatient as you unbutton them and shove the denim down, leaving him in nothing but boxers. You swallow hard; youâd felt how big he was, but seeing the heavy bulge up close like this sends a fresh spike of heat through you.
You hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and peel them away, dragging them down his legs with excruciating slowness. You toss them aside, and your gaze remains fixed, eyes immediately locked on his cock. The air between you goes heavy as you take him in, every inch of him finally exposed.
You swallow, blinking dazedly as you take in the length and thickness. Itâs huge. The tip is flushed dark, already leaking slightly. Itâs rock solid, twitching with every breath he takes. You donât think your hand could even close all the way around it.Â
You cough, a desperate attempt to swallow your obvious fluster. âWow, can still get it up, old man?â you say, feigning confidenceâyet your voice lacks any real stability.
Leon chuckles, low and dark, âYouâre bluffing.âÂ
You roll your eyes playfully, thighs squeezing firmly around his hips to regain control. âWhatever, justâput it in,â you scoffed, trying to hide the fact that your heart was racing.
âChange of plans? I thought you were gonna handle this part yourself,â he drawls, mocking you with that lazy, arrogant smirk.
Your eyes narrowed, lips pressing into a thin line. âFine then,â you challenge.
You reach down to circle the base of his length; the sudden contact makes him twitch, reacting instinctively to your grip. Slowly, your hand slides along his shaft, grip tightening slightly. Leonâs hips jerk up into your palm, a low groan escaping him at the weight of your touch.
Suddenly, you bite your lip, the heat in the room momentarily chilled by a realization. "Leon, wait," you whisper, your movements faltering. "I just realized⊠do you have protection?
Leon doesn't even blink. He just reaches out, his large hand covering yours for a brief second before gesturing blindly toward the mahogany nightstand. "Top drawer," he rasps, his voice a low, rough command. "Back corner."
You pause, a playful smirk tugging at your lips as you reach over and slide the heavy drawer open. You have to push aside a fountain pen and a stack of printed documents just to find the small, foil square.
The wrapper glints under the dim light as you catch the edge between your teeth; with a sharp tug, you tear it open and spit the scrap of foil aside, your eyes locked onto his the entire time.
You place the condom against the head of his cock, still flushed and leaking. With careful movements, you slowly roll it down the length of him. Your fingers faintly brush against the soft skin on the base of his cock, and leon hisses through his teeth, his grip on your waist tightening.Â
You rise up on your knees, reaching between you to grab his cock. Carefully, you guide him to your entrance, thighs spread wider in hopes that you can accommodate his size. The leaking head of his cock meets your soaked slit, and itâs electric.Â
Finally, you start descending on him. The head of his cock pushes past your entrance, and the second it slips past your folds, you let out a muffled gasp. Thereâs no way he was going to fit.Â
âLeon,â you cry out, nails digging into his shoulders as you lower yourself further.Â
Leonâs warm hands rub against the soft skin of your waist. âEasy, baby... take your time,â Leon says, his voice thick and strained.
You bite at your lip, thighs quivering as you lower inch after inch, your wetness making it easier to adjust to his length. You let out a ragged gasp as you finally take all of him, walls fluttering uncontrollably around his cock.
âF-fuck... donât do that if you want me to last,â he says, his voice strained and desperate as he grips your hips.
You stay still for a few seconds, breath catching as you look down at where youâre connected. The sight is visceral, almost sinful.
Leonâs hands are steady on your waist, but his knuckles are white. Heâs watching you with a heavy, hooded gaze. "There you go," he rasps, his voice strained as he tries to keep his own breathing under control. "Just breathe, baby. I've got you."
Slowly, you sink back up, the friction a slow burn that makes your head spin, before you slide all the way down again. The moan you let out is raw, and it hits Leon like a physical blow. His eyes snap shut and his head thumps back against the pillow, a wrecked "Fuck..." escaping his lips.
âYouâre so warm,â he groans, his fingers digging slightly into your hips to keep himself from bucking up. âKeep that pace... just like that.â
You start to grind against him, a slow, heavy rotation. Your breasts move with the rhythm, and Leon opens his eyes, looking completely hypnotized. His hands leave your waist to grope them, his palms heavy and hot as he squeezes, his thumbs catching your nipples with every downward move.
"Look at you," he rasps, his composure starting to fray as he watches you work. "You're perfect."
Your head tilts back, your throat exposed as the pleasure starts to override his instructions. Your pace increases instinctively, the slow grind turning into a frantic, driving heat. Leon doesn't stop you anymore; he just grips your chest tighter, his breath coming in ragged, desperate hitches as he watches you take control.
Then, your legs give out. The muscles in your thighs begin to shake violently, and your movements turn sloppy. The burn becomes too much to handle, forcing you to a shaky, frustrated stop. You slump against him, your legs still twitching from the effort.
"Leon," you pant, "IâI canât. My legs..."
Leon tries to smirk, but itâs more of a strained pull of his lips, his face flushed and damp with sweat. âThought... thought you said you were going to do... all the work, baby,â he teases, the words coming out in short, breathless hitches.
You pout at him, your own exhaustion making your eyes watery, and Leon saves you the embarrassment of trying to continue. He lets out a low, shaky exhale, his grip on your hips tightening as he takes over. He begins moving you again, his movements heavy and uncoordinated but determined.
Suddenly, he grunts, using the last of his strength to hook an arm around your waist. He flips yâall on the bed, the world blurring until your body is splayed out beneath him. He collapses into the space between your thighs, his arms shaking as he props himself up. His eyes are dark, completely blown out as he looks down at you, and he begins to move inside you with a desperate, driving force that tells you heâs just as close to the edge as you are.
The new position made you feel him even deeper inside you. Your pussy pulsed around him while he drove his hips forward in a faster, more urgent rhythm.
âLeonâLeon, Leon, Leon!â your voice is gone, barely recognisable as yours.Â
âJesus, sweetheartââ he groans, his head dropping to the crook of your neck, his voice sounding absolutely wrecked. âYouâre tight as fuck. God.â
The walls of your pussy clamp down, forcing a loud, guttural groan from him.
Leon lets out a breathless, wrecked laugh against the sensitive skin of your neck. âFuck, you really donât want me to last, do you? Youâre trying to ruin me.â
He lets out a sinful, low-bellied groan when you shift just right, the vibration of it making your pussy clench hard in response. You don't let upâyou do it again, clamping down on his cock with everything youâve got, forcing a raw, unfiltered moan out of him that echoes in your ear.
âYouâre evil,â he chuckles breathlessly, his teeth grazing your shoulder before he sucks a bruise into your skin. âTaking every fucking inch of me and still asking for more.â
His hips drive upward in a faster, more desperate rhythm, chasing the friction thatâs coiling tighter and tighter in your gut. âLeon, mâ gonnaâmâ gonna cum, Iâmâ"
âI know, baby, I know,â he whispers, his voice strained and thick with his own need as he catches your frantic rhythm. âJust like that. Take it all. Come for me.â
A few more heavy, wet strokes and you finally come undone, your walls spasming around him in a breathless, shaking mess. Leon follows only seconds later, a low growl ripping from his throat as he thrusts deep one last time, his body locking up as he spends himself, buried as far as he can go.
He stays buried inside you for a long moment, his forehead resting against your shoulder as his breathing comes in heavy, ragged hitches. The room is silent except for the sound of both of you trying to catch your breath.
Eventually, the stillness breaks as he shifts his weight, easing up on his elbows just enough to look at you.
You swallow, then murmur, âT-that wasâŠâ your voice still a little airy.
âI know,â he murmurs, a faint huff of breath following the words.
Leon pushes himself up from your body, his movements slow and deliberate. âNeed to clean you up,â he says, though his eyes haven't quite lost their heat.
As he stands, the sudden chill makes you bold, and you canât resist teasing him one more time. âI was hoping for round two,â you say, letting your gaze linger, âbut then I remembered youâreâŠâ
The insinuation hangs in the air, obvious and biting. The dark look Leon gives you makes your thighs clench together. A slow, dangerous smirk tugs at his lips, and you realize youâve just handed him the perfect excuse to prove you wrong.
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êȘà§ LEON S. KENNEDY
cookies n cream - smut (7k) âł youâve been pining over the man next door for months. On a humid summer afternoon, the devil angel on your shoulder finally wins the argument. Between a batch of cookies and a blue sundress, youâre hoping for more than just a polite "thank you" at his front door.
