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Summary:Â You move to a new city, preparing to start your new job at the DSO. On one evening, you decide to go out for a drink to ease your mind. You end up hooking up with a handsome stranger, thinking itâs just a one-time thing. However, on your first day at work, you discover that the handsome stranger is actually your new superior
Warnings: Age Gap (Reader in her thirties, Leon around 50) SMUT, MDNI, unprotected sex, P in V, Leon talking you through it, Leon is being a praise king here, mentions of being a good girl ;), oral (female receiving)
A/N: Hello my sweethearts. A moot of mine requested this personally and told me they would love a spicy story with Leon being the readers boss/superior, and tbh this is what came to my mind. It took me a while to complete this, but it already has a special place in my heart. I kinda think Leon is a soft dom here, while still being a gentleman. What do you think? I let you decide! Now, this story is yours and I hope you will enjoy it as much as I do. Much Love, Shell xo
PS: Well, can anyone guess the inspiration behind the fic title again? Hehe it should come as no surprise, lol
Starting a new job in a new city also meant starting with no friends, no family or anything that would remotely give you some sort of safety.Â
Still, you were more than excited for your new job. You had been offered a position as a junior agent at the DSO through a contact by one of your former colleagues. A friend of a friend of a friend, basically. It seemed that your job as an agent had caused quite a stir after your latest mission, but in a positive way. At least that was what your colleague had told you.Â
After unpacking the last moving box, you decided you needed to take your mind off of things for a while. Watching TV, reading a book, listening to music- all of that didnât seem to work. Your thoughts kept drifting to the next work week and your new workplace, the new tasks, and upcoming missions.
You were particularly excited about your new colleagues, especially the new partner you would be assigned to. So far, all you knew was that it would be a senior agent who you would report to.Â
In the end, you decided to go for a late-night drink and snack at a local bar you had spotted on your way home. It was within walking distance of your small apartment and it seemed nice enough to spend one or two hours there. You didnât particularly enjoy going out for food and drinks alone, however, you were used to it as an agent. Countless of missions in foreign cities and lonely nights in empty hotel beds had taught you that spending time alone wasnât even that bad.Â
When you arrived, it was already packed, which was to be expected on a saturday night. Luckily, you found a spot in the back corner, which seemed fairly quiet. At least quieter than the rest of the bar.Â
After you had ordered, you began to observe the people in the bar. A habit youâd never been able to completely shake. For the most part, the bar was filled with groups of friends or couples laughing and drinking heartily.Â
Until your eyes fell on a man playing darts alone. He seemed to be a few years older than you, his dark blonde hair was streaked with a few gray strands, he was well-built, muscular, and on top of that well-dressed. Not in the sense of a business man, more like someone who just knew what suited him. He was extremely good-looking, that much was clear.
You caught yourself glancing over at him every now and then. He seemed so absorbed and focused that he probably wouldn't even notice how often you were staring at him. Well, at least that's what you hoped.Â
You went back to your food for a few minutes, enjoying the taste of the burger and fries. For bar food, this was better than what youâd expected.
When you looked back at the dartboard, you realized that the handsome stranger was gone. A little disappointed, you scanned the rest of the bar, but he didn't seem to be there anymore.Â
âAre you looking for someone?â A deep voice behind you startled you. You felt like a schoolchild caught cheating.Â
Nevertheless, you tried to remain calm and watched as the man circled your table until he stood in front of you. Up close, he looked even better with his grey gruff and his bright eyes.Â
âNo, not really,â you said, playing it cool, a faint grin playing on your lips.
He huffed slightly and glanced at the dartboard and then back at you.
âOh, really? Because it looked like you were quite.....interested,â he said with a charming smile on his lips. You were sure this man knew how good-looking he was.Â
"Hmm. I was just thinking of a few tips I could give you. Your last throw looked a little weak," you teased. But that wasn't even true. From where you were sitting, you hadn't really seen how well he had thrown. You just didn't want to let him know that youâd been busy admiring his handsome face and his toned form. You didn't want to give him that satisfaction just yet.
He raised his eyebrow in surprise and laughed briefly.
âWeak? And you think you can do better?â he asked, eyeing you intently while his eyes wandered across your face.Â
âI think so, yes,â you said confidently, whereupon he just shook his head and grinned.Â
âWell, then prove it,â he said, pointing to the dartboard. âIf you're going to talk big,â he added, winking at you once. You felt a warm flutter in your stomach, a feeling you hadn't felt for quite a while.
You shrugged and finally followed him toward the dartboard. You weren't too bad at it and had played a few times before. Besides, you liked how people often underestimated you, only for them to discover that you knew what you were doing.Â
âI'm Leon, by the way,â he said on the way over to the dartboard. You introduced yourself to him as well and watched as he handed you the three darts.Â
âCasual game or do you want to make a bet?â he asked with a mischievous grin. âOnly if you arenât too scared,â he added.Â
âOh please,â you said, taking the three darts as you positioned yourself in front of the board.Â
âGreat. OkayâŚhow about that. One round with throwing three darts each. The one with the highest score wins,â he explained, as he toyed with one of the darts in his hand. You werenât sure why this man was making you nervous while doing the most mundane things.Â
âSounds good to me,â you nodded. âAnd what does the winner get?âÂ
Leon smiled. âYou get to chooseâÂ
âHm. How about the winner gets a free drink from the other?â You asked. That seemed to be the most harmless option, plus you would get to spend a little more time with him, which you definitely wouldnât mind.Â
âDeal. Ladies first,â he said with a small smile, gesturing toward the board and leaning himself against the wall, watching you.Â
The first throw you did was a bullseye, a decent throw. Leon nodded approvingly, his arms were crossed in front of his chest now.Â
Now why exactly were you nervous, trying to impress a complete stranger?Â
Your next throw was a triple twenty. The highest scoring segment on the board. You smiled as you aimed for the last throw, landing a twenty.Â
âNot bad at all. 130 points,â Leon remarked as he walked over to you. âIâm glad. I was afraid you were all talk,â he added with a wink, his hand brushing yours when reaching for his set of darts.Â
âWell, what can I say. Iâve got a few surprises up my sleeve,â you teased and sat yourself down on the bar stool that was standing behind you. From there you had a perfect view. And you werenât thinking about the dartboard.Â
In reality you were ogling at him and using the chance to admire his features from a much closer distance.
âOh Iâm sure of that,â he smiled. He got into position and aimed for his first throw. If you were completely honest, you werenât even concentrating on the throw itself. The way his shirt clung to his biceps, growing even tighter, depending on how he was holding the dart, was enough to make your mouth water.Â
After completing his set â with an eighteen, triple eighteen and triple twenty â he smiled somewhat triumphantly, but in the most charming way.Â
â132 points. You won,â you nodded, accepting your defeat with a smile.Â
âSeems like this time, my last throw wasnât so weak,â he winked, quoting your words from earlier.Â
âYeah, my tips seemed to work,â you shot back, grinning at him. âSo? Whatâs your drink of choice?âÂ
He laughed at your teasing remark, watching you as you hopped off the bar stool.Â
âA good old Whiskey,â he stated, following you back to the small booths with the tables. His hand ghosted over the small of your back. Not touching you directly, of course, more like an innocent gesture to guide you back to the quiet corner. You knew this was probably not considered flirting, but somehow you kind of hoped this was more than just a friendly game between strangers.Â
âSoâŚ.,â he began after you both got comfortable and ordered your drinks. âIâve never seen you here beforeâ
His body was facing towards you, one arm lazily resting on the armrest. Whenever one of you moved, your knees would faintly brush against the other, sending electricity through your whole body.
âI moved here recently,â you answered. âI was thinking I could check out some local spots. The bar seemed nice enoughâÂ
He nodded, eyeing you intently as if he could see right through you. And maybe he did.Â
âWhat about you? Are you a regular here?â you asked.Â
âFrom time to time. I just had a week off. Guess I wanted to enjoy one last relaxing evening before I get back to work tomorrow,â he explained, a faint smile playing on the corner of his lips.Â
âMhm, makes sense. What do you do for work?â you asked interested, reaching for your drink to take another sip.Â
âAh, you know. Just saving the world and stuff,â he quipped.Â
You rolled your eyes half-jokingly at his mysterious words. He was probably just another officer worker playing cool, at least thatâs what you thought.Â
âWhat about you?â he asked.Â
âI workâŚ.with peopleâ you retorted in the same mysterious way. âI start my new job here soonâÂ
You obviously couldnât just outright tell him:Â Well, Iâm gonna start working as a junior agent at the DSO.Â
He nodded, eyeing you intensely and smiling at your remarks.Â
âThen I hope you will like your new job. Maybe Iâll see you here from time to time,â he remarked, holding the drink in his hand.Â
You could feel your heartbeat rise just a little. You didnât really know him, of course, but he was charming and yes maybe you would actually like to get to know him better.Â
âYes. We could play a few more rounds,â you smiled.Â
âMaybe Iâll even let you win,â Leon grinned.
âOh? Just like I did to you today?â You shot back, causing you both to laugh.
It felt almost natural. Not forced, not awkward. Just a small, charming, exciting kind of flirt.
âSo,â Leon began as he handed you the second drink. âTell me, did you move here by yourself?â He asked. It was a normal question and yet it ignited something in you. Something between nervousness and anticipation. It could have been an attempt to do small talk but Leon didnât strike you as someone who does a lot of small talk. He actually wanted to know if you were single or taken.
You looked down at your drink. âYeah. Just me. My ex broke up with me before I moved here, to be honest,â you admitted, laughing dryly. You werenât really sad about it, the relationship was bound to end.
âHm, sounds familiar,â Leon mumbled, his lips slightly curved.Â
You looked up again.
âThis happened a long time ago but before I started my first job, I moved cities and my girlfriend broke up with me as well,â he explained upon seeing your surprised face.Â
âI see,â you nodded, unsure of what else to say.Â
âWellâŚ. to us. And to leaving the past behind,â you smiled, rising your glass a little.
âCheers,â he grinned, clinking your glasses together.
And thatâs how the rest of the evening went on. You continued talking about harmless things like hobbies, interests and random things like favorite food. In between, you kept teasing each other every now and then.Â
He insisted that the burger you got was the worst item on the menu you could have ordered.Â
âThis bar is great with drinks but I wouldnât come here for the food,â he said, his gaze fixed on you with a hint of mischief playing in it.
âI thought the burger was good,â you said, shrugging your shoulders.Â
âThen you clearly need to upgrade your taste buds,â he grinned.Â
âWhat are you? A food critic?â You huffed at his smug expression.
âYeah, you could call it thatâÂ
âYou know what I think?â you said somewhat provokingly, leaning yourself just a tiny little bit closer to him.Â
He raised his eyebrows, his lips slightly curved as he watched the change in your demeanor.Â
âNow you got me curiousâ
âI think youâre someone who brags about his exquisite taste in food, literature and music, while he secretely enjoys listen to mediocre rock music with cheesy lyrics and going to the cheapest fast-food spots on his way home,â you smiled.Â
He took another sip of his whiskey, letting your words linger in the air, the smug expression never leaving his face. You werenât sure if he was actually that confident, or if it was just an act he was doing to pull you off.
âFirst of all, I only listen to the classics. Canât go wrong with some Nirvana or Pearl Jam,â he said, setting down his glass. âSecondly, any fast-food burger I had was probably better than this one here,â he continued with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes playfully. âI-â you started but he didnât let you finish.Â
âNow itâs my turn with the assumptions,â he announced, inching a little closer to you. Your knees were now pressed against each other, the faint smell of his cologne filling your nose and clouding your mind.Â
His eyes dropped to your lips for a split second before they returned to your eyes again.Â
âI think youâre someone who likes to play unfazed, when in reality you couldnât take your eyes off of me,â he said, his voice dropping lower with each word.Â
Your mouth went completely dry, your eyes dropping down to the drink in your hand.Â
âYeah you wish,â you mumbled. âI was just focused on the gameâÂ
âLiar,â he laughed, finishing his drink. âYouâre cute when youâre flustered,â he winked.
When it finally came time to pay you pulled out your wallet, since you still owed him. However, he simply waved a hand, silently telling you to put it away.
A little confused, you watched as he took care of the bill. The whole thing. Even the food you had ordered earlier.
After the waiter left, thanking him once more for the generous tip, you looked at Leon questioningly.
âBut⌠the bet,â you started awkwardly, a little overwhelmed by the situation since you honestly hadnât expected that.
He smiled and nodded toward the dartboard you had been standing in front of, just a few minutes ago.
âItâs all good. Iâm just glad I had nice company tonight,â he said with a wink. âBesides, itâs your first night here and you had to put up with me. Thatâs the least I can do,â he added jokingly. This man really seemed to have a weakness for bad jokes.
You smiled. âThanks, Leon. That wasnât necessary, but I appreciate it,â you said honestly, which he answered with a small nod.
He helped you into your cardigan, and then the two of you stepped outside together, the cool air greeting you and sending a shiver down your spine.Â
You couldnât tell if it was really just from the cool temperatures or the man standing next to you, eyeing you as if he could hear the thoughts that were currently running through your mind.
âWhere did you park?â he asked, looking at you.Â
âI live a few streets from here. I can walk, donât worry,â you reassured him, pulling your cardigan a littler tighter around you.Â
âItâs in the middle of the night and youâre shivering. I can see that from a mile away. I wonât let you walk home alone. Let me at least drive you home,â he offered.
When he noticed your hesitation, the smile from his lips faltered and was replaced by something different, something softer.Â
âIf you donât want to drive with me, I can also just walk you back and give you my jacket,â he continued.Â
âNo, itâs not that I donât trust you. IâŚ.really liked your company too,â you admitted, a shy smile forming on your lips. Your sassy demeanor from earlier was slowly but surely subsiding, the more time you spent with him.
He studied your face, his hand reaching out to gently brush over your clothed arm.
âI let you decide,â he said.
You looked up at him, your heart was racing so fast, you were afraid he might hear it. Damn, why were you even so nervous? You were a perfectly trained agent. A pretty stranger  shouldnât affect you that much.
And yet, something felt different. It was exciting, new and somehow unfamiliar. You had a self-imposed rule: no kissing before the third date. And now you were here, about to kiss a guy youâd met just a few hours ago.
Before you could get further entangled in your worries, you snapped back to the here and now. Your faces were drawn close to each other, so close, that his hot breath brushed against your cheek.Â
You nodded, barely noticeably but enough for him to see. His hand, which had been on your arm just a moment ago, had now moved up to your cheek. Before either of you could voice any concerns, it already happened.Â
He kissed you, tenderly at first. Your lips moved against each other as if they had done so a thousand times before. The sounds of the city and the traffic seemed to fade away until there was nothing but the two of you.Â
Your trembling hands clawed at his dark shirt, while his other hand moved to the back of your neck, holding you tightly.Â
You kissed him back eagerly; the pressure of his lips against yours sent a new wave of electricity through your body. He tasted like a mixture of whiskey and something warm that you couldnât quite name.
He pulled back just slightly, looking into your eyes again.Â
âShould I ask you the clichĂŠ question and pretend to invite you over for a coffee at my place, or should we skip that part?â He smirked, his voice low but with a subtle tenderness in his tone.
âI think we can skip that part,â you admitted, a nervous chuckle escaping your lips. You had never done something like this before. A one-night stand. What were the rules? Were there any rules? What were you supposed to do? Have sex with him, wake up the next morning and you two would have breakfast together?Â
No, that would be too intimate.Â
Maybe he would throw you out. Maybe that was his thing, casually hooking up with women he met at bars.Â
Those were all perfectly valid reasons to say no but truth was, you wanted him. You wanted him badly.
He smiled as he carefully put his jacket around your shivering shoulders and led you to his car a few feet down the street. You swallowed when you saw what kind of car he drove. It looked expensive and it probably was.Â
He must have a really well-paying job, you thought to yourself.Â
As he drove off, you found yourself fidgeting in your seat. Suddenly your clothes seemed to casual, too out of place. You almost laughed at yourself. Were you really worrying about a dress code for a hook-up?Â
Leon noticed you shuffling around in your seat.
âIf you feel uncomfortable, I can just drive you home,â he said gently, glancing at you.
âNo, itâs okay. Really,â you nodded, a thankful smile on your lips.Â
He smiled back before he returned his gaze to the road. The rest of the drive was uneventful. After a few minutes you arrived at an apartment complex. Of course, he lived in a penthouse. After seeing his porsche that really didnât surprise you anymore.
Nervously, you followed him past the fancy lobby and security, into the elevator that took you up to his penthouse.Â
Just like his car, it looked impressive. Not flashy, nothing that screamed âIâm rich and I need to show it offâ more like âIâm doing good and Iâm gonna buy whatever I wantâ
The furnishing was dark and elegant, while still being cozy. In the living room was a large shelf with various books, next to the couch stood a small vintage bar cart with two bottles of whiskey resting on top.
You didnât know him that well yet, though his apartment seemed to match him and his personality perfectly. It even smelled like him. Warm and inviting.
You took a few steps forward, looking around and taking in all the surroundings. The room was flooded by the moonlight, making it look more surreal, yet inviting and calming. Everything was bathed in a dark blue hue, while outside the lights from the other skyscrapers were being reflected.
Cautiously Leon approached you, watching you for a moment before helping you out of the jackets.Â
âEverything okay?â he asked.Â
You turned around to face him again.
âYes. ItâsâŚ.beautiful,â you commented, your voice calmer than before. âThe view is impressive,â you continued, glancing back toward the large windows.Â
âHm. It really is,â he agrees, his voice dropping lower as his hand found the way to the small of your back. When you looked back at him, you noticed he wasnât even looking at the windows, he was staring down at you. A small smirk tugged at the corner his lips.
Your cheeks flushed a little. You wanted to retort something bold, saying how cheesy that was, but the words got stuck in your throat.
Without another word, you found your way back to each other. His arms wrapped around your waist, pressing you against the kitchen counter. You gasped as you felt him lift you up on the counter and began kissing your neck. Immediately, you felt the heat return between your legsâthat same desire youâd felt earlier.
âLeon,â you gasped, closing your eyes as his hands roamed over your body.
âI like how you say my name,â he grinned, his breath hot against your skin. In an instant his lips were on yours again.
The kisses grew more intense and desperate, less innocent than before. He pushed himself between your already open legs without breaking the kiss, while his grip on your hips tightened.Â
His strong hands slid under your shirt, feeling your soft skin and brushing against the curve of your breasts. A soft sigh escaped you as he toyed with one of your hardening nipples.Â
You werenât sure if it was some kind of premonition or if you simply hadnât found anything better, but you were grateful to be wearing your sheer bra. That way, you could feel his touch even better.
His eyes roamed over your barely covered breasts as he began groping them and giving each of them attention.Â
âLet me see âem,â he groaned, pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra, letting both fall to the floor. His eyes darkened upon seeing your exposed tits, only being lit by the faint lights shining through his windows.Â
âFuckinâ perfect,â he said in an appreciating tone, ready to suck on them, but your hands on his chest stopped him.Â
âWhat-â he asked, looking down at your hands resting on his chest.Â
âWant to see you too first,â you smiled cheekily, playing with the hem of his tight-fitting shirt.Â
âSo eager to see what youâve been drooling over all night, hm sweetheart?â he teased, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it next to him.Â
He looked just like you predicted. Muscular and toned and beefy in all the right places, especially his arms. His abs tensed with every ragged breath. You bit your lip unconciously as your gaze dropped to his hard member straining against his pants. It looked almost painful. You couldnât help but daydream about how good he would feel inside your mouth or your already throbbing cunt.
A silent satisfaction came over you, reassuring you that he was just as turned on as you were.
As if he was reading your mind, he started opening his belt, never taking his eyes off you.
You were still sitting there, half exposed, legs open, waiting for him.Â
As soon as he got rid of his pants, he got back between your legs and guided one of your hands toward his still clothed cock.Â
Immediately you began palming him through his boxers, admiring his impressive size. Â
âSee what youâre doing to me?â he hissed as your hand slipped under his boxers. You began stroking him slowly at first, teasing a little and feeling him twitch with every stroke.Â
âFuck,â he cursed under his breath. âJust like that. J-just like that,â he repeated in a strained voice. Your hands felt heavenly around his cock. The perfect amount of pressure mixed with the warmth of your hands. As you continued stroking him, you made sure to look up at him, giving him an innocent look.
âMhm. Looking so good with my cock in your hand,â he breathed, his free hand coming to rest on your cheek, caressing your soft skin. âWhat magical hands you haveâ
The praises sent another wave of heat and wetness to your core. He might had just unlocked a new kink of yours.
You wanted to feel more of him, free him completely from the rest of his clothes, but instead, he pushed you back gently. You whined as your back hit the cold surface of the kitchen counter behind you.
âI wanna taste you first. Will you let me do this, sweetheart?â he asked, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down your spine.Â
âYes please,â you mumbled, your voice trembling.Â
Gently he started caressing your breasts, alternating between sucking and kissing them.
âOh,â you moaned, feeling his tongue playing with your nipples before releasing them with a slight pop.
His lips began wandering lower, kissing his way down your stomach.Â
Quickly, he helped you out of the rest of your clothes, hooking his fingers through the waistband of your soaked panties and pulling them down with ease.Â
He licked his lips once he saw your glistening folds.Â
âSo wet for me, already? Just from a few words from me?âÂ
His words only made your clit throb more. This definitely felt more than just casual sex, considering the way he was taking care of you and preparing you.
He teasingly stroked over your folds, spreading your arousal all over your cunt.Â
âWhat a good girl you are,â he hummed, his index finger stopping at your clit to play with it, massaging it gently. You groaned, bucking your hips into his hand, desperately trying to feel more of him.
He grinned a little. âOh? You like being called a good girl?âÂ
Oh yes, yes, yes.Â
âStop being such a tease,â you pleaded, hating how needy you sounded.Â
âPatience,â he mumbled as he withdrew his finger. You whined at the loss of the contact but he was already spreading your legs, bending down to replace his finger with his tongue.Â
He started by licking a long stripe over your slit, causing a broken moan to escape your lips.
âYou taste just as sweet as you sound,â he whispered, continuing to lick and devour you like a man starved. He alternated between kitten licks to your clit and long, intense licks between your folds, causing your legs to shake whenever he increased the pressure.
âLeon-â You couldnât think straight, you couldnât even form coherent words, let alone sentences, anymore.Â
He groaned, holding your legs open and adjusting his pace whenever he felt you trembling under his touch.
After a few more moments he started pushing two fingers inside you. You were sure you were about to see stars. His fingers felt so good and filling, it was just what you needed.Â
âSo tight, god damn,â you heard him muttering as he kept thrusting his fingers into you, while simulataneously licking and sucking on your clit. Your pleasure was building rapidly, the knot you felt in your lower stomach was already tightening.Â
âHow long has it been?â he whispered against you, pumping his fingers in and out while angling them to meet your sweet spot over and over again.
Your face was contorted in pleasure, your hands holding his head, gripping his hair. âMonthsâŚago,â you admitted, feeling your orgasm approach.Â
âMhm. I will make you feel so good. I will take care of you, babyâ he hummed between licks, still devouring your pussy like he couldnât get enough of your taste.Â
Your back arched off the counter, his words only increasing the pressure you felt between your legs.Â
âLeon Iâm-â you moaned, chasing your sweet high.
âYouâre doing so good for me. Cum on my tongue,â he urged gently, increasing the pace as he felt you clenching around his fingers. After a few more thrusts you couldnât hold it back anymore and came. It felt like a wave crashing over you, your walls pulsating and throbbing around him.Â
âThatâs itâ He praised you a few more times while helping you ride out your orgasm with his fingers. With a smile, he kissed his way back towards your face, gently connecting your lips again.
You eagerly kissed him back as you sat up a little, holding onto his arms for support.Â
âPleaseâŚâ you mumbled between kisses.Â
âPlease what?â Leon whispered against your lips, even though he was fully aware what you wanted. âUse your words, hm?â
âPlease fuck me Leon,â you begged, sounding way too pathetic.
He chuckled. âWhat a filthy mouth. I like that,â he mumbled as he gave you another kiss.
You watched as he freed himself from his boxers, revealing his fully erect cock to you. He stroked himself a few times, admiring your bare form in front of him. You could see the first drops of precum glistening at the tip.
âI canât waitâŚ.fuckâŚ.to bury myself inside you,â he hissed, giving himself another deep stroke, before he positioned himself between your legs. You wanted him so badly, it was almost unbearable.
You were about to lay back again, hold onto the edges of the counter but he stopped you.
âNo, hold onto me while I fuck you,â he insisted with a growl in his voice. That alone could have made you cum again right then and there. God, this man.Â
You listened and put your arms around his neck, now feeling his hot and clammy skin against yours.Â
âGood girl,â he praised you again, positioning himself at your entrance and pushing his thick member inside you.Â
âFuck-,â he groaned as he buried himself to the hilt. âYou feel like heaven, baby. So tightâÂ
Your grip on his biceps tightened. So much, that you were sure it would leave bruises the next day.Â
He started with a few slow thrusts, stretching you a little and giving you time to adjust to his size.Â
âOh god yesâŚ.please donât stop,â you moaned, meething his thrusts and enjoying the feeling of him filling you out completely. The stretch he was giving you was unbelievable.Â
âI wonât stop,â he groaned, picking up the pace slightly and thrusting into you again and again. You thought him eating you out was the highlight of your evening but no, him inside you was better than anything you could have imagined.Â
âDid you think I didnât see you? Watching me? The eyes you were giving me?â he said through gritted teeth as he fucking you against the counter. Harder and deeper.
âGod that turned me on. You-â Another thrust.Â
âAnd your eyes. Your innocent smile. Your remarks,â he continued, his fingers wandering between your bodies to toy with your clit again.
You gasped as you heard his words, combined with the sensation of his fingers and his cock pushing into you. It was almost too much. Almost.Â
âLeon,â you sighed, followed by a broken moan escaping your lips.
âSay it again. Say my name again,â he whispered in your ear as his thrusts grew harder, more intense.Â
You repeated his name, letting your head fall back. The dark room was filled with the sounds of your skin clapping together, combined with your heavy breathing and moans.
His fingers rubbed tight circles on your clit and you felt yourself clenching around him again. It wouldnât take long for your second orgasm to wash over you, you were sure of that.Â
âYouâre getting so tight around meâŚ..shit. Youâre feeling so good. Come on my cock, sweetheartâ he urged, picking up the pace once more.Â
After a few more thrusts you felt yourself coming again. You cried out, riding the waves of your orgasm out. You felt your walls fluttering around him, clenching tightly, as if you didnât want to let him go ever again. âYesâŚ.yesâŚ.yes Leon,â you sobbed, letting yourself get carried away with the pleasurable wave.
Leon cursed a few times under his breath, his hands behind your back held you in place and gave you support as he kept moving. His thrusts grew erratic. The constractions of your walls sent him over the edge completely. He couldnât hold back any longer.Â
He buried his face into your neck as you felt him twitch inside you.
âFuck yesâ A guttural groan escaped his lips as he spilled everything inside you. He fucked you through it, enjoying the fluttering of your walls that only further increased the intensity of his own orgasm. His fingers dug into your flesh, holding you against him as a few lazy thrusts followed.Â
For a moment there was complete silence. He stayed in you for a while, letting you both catch your breath and come back to your senses again. Your thoughts were still all over the place.You were sure you were completely drunk. Not from the alcohol, but from his cock.Â
âEverything okay?â he whispered, pulling back a little to study your face.Â
You nodded, blissed out, trapped in the sweet feeling of the afterglow.
âLet me get you. You did so well,â he whispered, kissing your temple before picking you up from the kitchen counter. You instantly wrapped your arms and legs around him, your arousal probably making a mess on him.Â
He gently carried you to his bedroom and placed you on his large bed. Still shaky and slightly overwhelmed, you held onto him.Â
You were unsure of what to do now. This was not regular sex. Not a relationship. So, would he expect you to clean yourself up, get dressed and just go?Â
He watched you as your eyes wandered around the room, visibly overwhelmed with the situation.
âHey, look at me,â he said softly and reached for your chin, making you look at him. âYou can stay the night. I wonât throw you out,â he chuckled.Â
âYou can also use the shower and I will get you a water. Or whatever you need,â he said.
âThank you,â you mumbled, looking down as a slight blush crept onto your cheeks.Â
âI justâŚ.you know. Never done something like this before. This one-time thingâŚâ you tried to explain awkwardly.
âYeah. Itâs not something I normally do either,â he winked, stroking your cheek gently. âBut I guess I couldnât resist you,â he continued in a hushed voice, his eyes fixated on your flushed face.
You looked at him again. His eyes looked softer, brighter and somehow so gentle, that it sent bu-Â
You stopped your thoughts before they could drift into a territory you wouldnât want them to wander yet. You just met. This was just a hookup, right?
After taking your shower, you tip-toed back into the bedroom. Leon had wordlessly handed you some of his clothes for you to sleep in, before you both got into bed. It still felt weird, but not uncomfortable.Â
âThank you,â you said with a smile, your eyes growing heavy from exhausting. The last thing you remembered was him putting the covers over you and kissing your cheek.
The next day you were woken up by the sound of your alarm. You blinked a few times, groggily and half-asleep looking for your phone. You extended your hand, trying to reach your nightstand, when you were met with two arms trying to stop you from further moving.Â
âAre you trying to attack me?â A low voice chuckled. You gasped, opening your eyes fully and seeing Leon lying next to you, completely unfazed. The memories from last night came flooding back. You werenât in your bed, this was not your alarm and this was definitely not your apartment. Fuck.
âOh shitâ you cursed, sitting up straight and frantically looking around the room to find your clothes.Â
âWell good morning to you too,â Leon said sarcastically, watching you, as you stumbled out of the bed like a maniac.Â
âIâm sorryâŚshitâŚ.I mean. Today is my first day at work! I canât be late and I definitely canât go there looking like that,â you said hurriedly, pointing at your messy self.Â
Leons gaze softened, as he carefully got up and approached you.Â
âAlright, alright. Take a deep breath. I can drive you home, you get yourself ready and if itâs easier for you, I can just drop you off on my way to my work. Iâm sure itâs not far-,â he explained calmly but you didnât let him finish.Â
âNo!â you said way too loud, way too nervous. âI meanâŚno thank you,â you repeated.Â
He raised his eyebrows slightly. âOkay. Seems to be a pretty mysterious job you got yourself there,â he chuckled. If only he knew.Â
âLetâs just say itâsâŚ.classified,â you mumbled, walking over to the living room, where all your clothes were laying scattered around.Â
âInteresting,â Leon answered as he watched you gathering all your clothes. âLetâs just take a shower, I hop in my clothes and Iâll drop you off at your apartment,â he offered and this time you nodded.Â
âThank you, Leon,â you said, a little softer this time.
The drive to your apartment was quiet. No one dared to say anything about last night. It wasnât awkward. It just seemed like there was nothing left to say, at least for now.Â
âAlright,â Leon sighed as he stopped in front of your apartment. âThere we are. I hope you make it on time and you have a great first day,â he said, looking at you with a warm smile on his lips. You couldnât deny that you felt something inside. Something warm and fluttering. You didnât dare to name it, but you were sure the last time you feeling like this, was way back in highschool.
âThank you. I hope you make it on time too,â you answered thankfully.Â
âAh, donât worry,â he chuckled. âOh, and let me give you my number. Maybe we canâŚ.catch up again? At the bar or at my place?â he offered. Secretely, you hoped he meant more than just sex. Even though the sex had been great.Â
âIâd like that,â you smiled, giving him a slight peck on the cheek before rushing out to your apartment. You waved at him one last time, before he drove off again.
After making yourself ready and putting on something appropriate that didnât scream walk of shame, you quickly drove off to the DSO building. The parking lot was already packed. You werenât really late, but later than you originally had planned.Â
After passing a few cars, you noticed a polished black Porsche in one of the parking lots. You didnât have time to further stare at it, but it looked exactly like Leons car.Â
Must have been some form of frequency illusion, where you suddenly started encountering the same things everywhere. At least thatâs what you told yourself.
The nice lady at the reception brought you to a secluded meeting room, where you met your supervisor. He was an older man, a little gruff maybe, but very professional.Â
He started with the formalities, explaining to you how the first few weeks would go, what would be expected of you, and that you would soon be sent on your first mission. With your new partner.
âSpeaking of your new partner, he should be here in any minute,â your supervisor said and as if on cue the door opened. You looked to the door, blinking a few times as if you were transported into some kind of alternative reality. The man walking through the door was no other than Leon. Your hookup from last night.
Your mouth went dry, for a moment it felt like your heart stopped beating. No, no, no. This couldnât be. No. This was just a joke, right? Or better: a nightmare.Â
Leon stopped for a moment, just looking at you. It looked like he was trying to connect the dots just like you were trying to do. He stepped in, walking over to you with an unreadable expression. He was better at hiding the shock than you were, thatâs for sure.Â
âMay I introduce you to your new partner? Senior Agent Leon S. Kennedy,â your supervisor said, gesturing to the man with the piercing blue eyes in front of you.Â
The same blue eyes you stared into the previous night.Â
For a few moments there was complete silence. Leon was the first to move by extending his hand to you, followed by a curt nod.
âLeon,â he said in a professional voice.
As if in a trance you returned the handshake, muttering your name while doing so.Â
Your supervisor looked back and forth between you and Leon, sensing the weird atmosphere you were creating.Â
âAlright⌠I leave you guys to get to know each other,â he said, nodding at each of you, before leaving the conference room. Poor man was completely unaware of the fact that you had been fucked against the kitchen counter by your new partner last night. No, worse:your superior. Your senior agent. Heat flooded your cheeks as you replayed the memories in your head.Â
You couldnât bring yourself to see him in the eyes right away. Instead, you averted your gaze and looked down.Â
âWellâŚ.â Leon began hesitantly, scratching the back of his neck. âThat explains a few things,â he said with dry humour in his voice.Â
You looked back at him.
âThatâs what you meant with saving the world and stuff,â you stated.
âAnd thatâs why you didnât want me to drop you off at work,â he continued, a faint smile playing on the corner of his lips.Â
âAnd thatâs your Porsche outside in the parking lotâÂ
You didnât even know why you were bothering with stating the obvious. Maybe because you still hoped that this was all just a bad joke.
âCorrect,â he nodded.Â
âOh my god,â you groaned, hiding your face in your hands and putting your elbows on the table in front of you.Â
âYeahâŚ.thatâs exactly what you called me yesterday,â he grinned.Â
âLeon! Do you think thatâs funny?â You asked, looking back up from your hands.Â
âGuess thatâs my way to deal with situations like that,â he laughed dryly, sitting himself beside you. The smile from his lips softened.
âOkayâŚlook. Yesterday we technically werenât partners. I wasnât your superior. That means nothing wrong happened,â he explained, trying to stay rational. âBut nowâŚ.it looks a little different,â he continued.
You looked back at him, waiting for his next words.Â
âFrom now on, this canât happen again. The rules are very clear and strict and if we both want to keep our jobsâŚ.our relationship needs to stay professional,â he explained. It sounded more like he was trying to convince himself.
You nodded. You knew it was the right decision. The logical one. Still, you felt a sting in your heart.
âYes. Of course. You are right,â you said calmly, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice.Â
He took a deep breath, trying to rationalize his thoughts, before returning his attention to you.
âOn the brighter side: we kind of already know that weâre really good atâŚteamwork,â he grinned.Â
You rolled your eyes. âLeon you canât be serious!âÂ
How was he still pulling out these one-liners?
âBetter get used to it, partner,â he winked, standing up and gesturing toward the door. âNowâŚlet me give you a tourâ
You took a deep breath. This was going to be one hell of an onboarding process, you thought to yourself, following him out of the room.
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Leon Kennedy wasnât supposed to be at your door.
You were never meant to see him again.
But the steady, three-bang knock on your door had you rising from your spot on the couch, opposite from where he used to sit a year ago while he worked.
He didnât say anything when you opened the door. He didnât need to. It was written on his faceâthe devastation mixed with relief, laced with shock, as if he didnât expect you to answer. The tension in his jaw melted, rolling down to his shoulders and his hands, his fists relaxing.
The silver band you gave him three years ago sat upon his finger like a beacon, glinting in the porch light you left on every night âjust in caseâŚâ matching the one hanging from a silver chain around your neck.
His scent fluttered on the breeze toward you, stronger than the one on the blanket you refused to wash because it still smelled of amber and oak, mixed with an undertone of leather.
You took a step back, giving him enough room to slip by and kick his boots off in the foyer. The soft click of the lock sliding home was the only sound that filled the room besides the low murmur of the TV in the adjacent room.
His fingers laced with yours when you held out your hand. Warm and callousedâmore so than you rememberedâas you walked to your bedroom.
Leon settled on you, his cheek pressed to your chest, fingers drumming lightly on your side in time with your steady heartbeat. He stayed there, taking the comfort he needed.
And you let him.
You knew why he came to you. Why he came back to you.
You are his reason. His person. His will to make it another day.
Your touch is the balm to his chipped soul. Your scent is the one he yearns to breathe in every moment of every day. The gentle lilt of your voice soothes every crack in his carefully crafted armor.
Leon falls asleep as your fingers dance along his scalp, threading through the salt-and-pepper locks, and you stay awakeâworried that if your eyes drift shut, it will be the last time you see him.
Leon Kennedy wasnât supposed to come back to you.
something about waking up next to leon âcause heâs moaning softly in his sleep, dragging you from your restless slumber. his hips are twitching like heâs dreaming about fuckin into you.
so you do the only thing that makes sense. his grunts fill your ears as you lap your tongue over the head of his cock. he wakes with a start when you bottom out, taking him all the way to the back of your throat.
his hands are instantly on you. a hand tangled in your hair while the other cradles your cheek. his already deep voice is an octave deeper as he grunts out a âgood- fuuck. good morning, sweetheart.â
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Ch. 1: The Night It Ended 8.7k
they werenât supposed to survive raccoon city.
but they did.
and now they have to live with it
together.
September 29th, 1998, 1:45 AM.
Raccoon City was a mess.
You werenât sure how you had managed to survive the hordes of undead that seemed never-ending. Your service armor and pistol, which the RPD had provided you a week before, had become as familiar as an old friend in the last few days.
A breath. You needed to catch your breath.
The captain's office was quiet, except for the occasional groan of a zombie from outside the door, and you were thankful for that. Youâd been holed up here for the last twelve hours, having finally made it back to the RDP from your still box-filled apartment.
You never got the chance to unpack before the world went to hell.
The faint pop of a pistol in the hallway made your head snap up.
âShit,â a low male voice grunted. The door shook as whoever it was tried to open it.
You scrambled to your feet, drawing your pistol from its holster at your side as you sidled up to the door, pressing your shoulder against the wall to the left as your training taught you.
Avoid standing in front of a door, fresh blood. You never know who is on the other side, ready to blow your head off. Your instructor's voice rang through your mind. Hopefully, he wasnât among the dead.
The door rattled again.
âWhoâs there?â You called.
âHello?â The voice responded. âIs someone in there?â
âID yourself.â
âLeon. Leon Kennedy.â Another bullet fired down the hallway. âIâm with the RPD!â
Your eyes widened.
Youâd known there was supposed to be another rookie starting, but he never showed up for his first day. Shortly after the initial outbreak, youâd been thankful he hadnât been here. Doomed like everyone else.
Holstering your pistol, you quickly unlocked the door, opening it just enough to grab Leon by the bicep and pull him through, peeking down the hallway.
âHow many were behind you?â Your voice was a whisper. Useless since Leon had discharged his weapon moments earlier.
It was Leonâs turn to pull you back. Shutting the door quickly and securing the lock.
âJust the one,â he sighed heavily as he leaned against the door.
Your eyes raked over him. He was tall, muscular, but still lean. The body of a man barely into his twenties, like he was still figuring out how to exist in the world.
Dirty blonde hair clung to his forehead, damp with sweat⌠and something darker you didnât let yourself name. There was a softness to his features, something untouched. Unmarred by the situation he found himself in.
But it didnât reach his eyes.
Determination sat there instead, heavy and unyielding, like it had been forced into place too quickly. Like it didnât quite belong yet.
He assessed you as you did him.
He took a tentative step forward, clearing his throat as he reached out a hand. âKennedy,â he spoke softly, as if worried you would spook.
âYou said that already,â you replied, but took his hand anyway. âTorin.â
His grip was firm, but reassuring. The first human contact youâd had in days.
âYouâre the other rookie,â you stated. Leon nodded. âWhen did you show up?â
Leon flinched, almost imperceptibly. âLate last night. I got a callâŚâ he paused, rubbing the back of his neck, shaking off the sweat that was there. âTold me to stay away. Figured Iâd come anyway.â
You shook your head. Spoken like a true rookie cop. You knew that feeling all too well. Knew you would have done the exact same thing if you hadnât shown up a week early for your report date.
âWhat the hell happened?â Leon sounded exhausted.
You wished you had a better answer than I donât know. But the truth was, you didnât.
One minute, the town had been normal. People heading home from late nights out. Corner stores flipping closed signs over. Sirens fading as the city settled.
Then screaming.
Gunshots in the street.
Disoriented, youâd jolted away. You had grabbed your service gear, throwing it on as quickly as you could, and rushed outside. Determined to get to the scene even though you werenât on shift that night.
It was your duty to respond to people in danger.
Outside had been chaos. People running through the streets. Screaming.
Cars burned where theyâd been abandoned from stray bullets, others from failed attempts to contain whatever this was supposed to be.
Youâd grabbed a cop by the arm, demanding to know what you could do.
He told you to run. To save yourself. Said they couldnât control the riot no matter what they did.
Riot.
You almost scoffed at it now. How naive youâd all been.
The undead had moved fast. By the time orders finally came down from command, it was already too late.
There wasnât a city left to save.
Youâd been told to fall back to the RPD. Wait for extraction. From whom, no one knew. Communications were dead. No way to reach out. No way to beg for help.
Not that it wouldâve mattered.
At this point, you werenât convinced anyone was coming. No⌠No one was coming to save Raccoon City. All that was left was to fight⌠or put a gun in your mouth and end it yourself.
The outcome felt the same either way.
You shook your head, pushing the thoughts back down. There was no way to explain any of that. Not now. Not ever.
âWe gotta get out of here,â you said.
Leonâs eyebrows pulled together at your refusal to answer, but he didnât push.
Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a small leather-bound notebook, flipping a few pages in before handing it to you.
âGot this from a cop down in the security office.â He pointed to a few symbols. Medallions, you realized. âLT said this might be a way out. Under the city into the sewers.â
You paused at the mention of Lieutenant Branagh. You hadnât been able to make your way back to him since youâd made it to the chief's office. With minimal bullets, youâd been scavenging for resources, coming up empty time and time again.
âIs BranaghâŚâ you broke off.
Leon paused. âHeâs not in a good way. But if we can get out, we should be able to get him to the hospital.â
You sucked in a breath and nodded. âLetâs get the hell out of here then.â
Leon reached into his belt and handed you an extra magazine. Ejecting the one in your weapon, you reload it with the new one, racking the slide back to ensure a bullet is in the chamber. He nodded.
âReady for hell?â He asked with a forced smirk.
You canât help but smile back. âLetâs do it, rookie.â
The hallway was eerily quiet as you exited, a palm on Leonâs back as you advanced.
âWe need to head to the library,â Leon whispered as you approached the end of the hallway. He peeked around the corner. âClear.â
âItâs locked,â you respond. Youâd tried to get into it from the lobby yesterday. The chief's office sounded like a logical place for the key to be, which is how you wound up there.
âBack pocket.â
You crooked an eyebrow. âWhat?â
âI found the key in the boiler room,â he stated simply. As if anyone would think to look there.
The door to the east wing was halfway down the hallway. You couldnât see any zombies around Leonâs shoulder.
Patting him softly, he advanced, moving efficiently, hugging the left wall as you went. Basic training kicked in as the distance to safety was closed.
It was quiet as you made your way into the lobby and across the foyer. Eyes scanning every outcropping. Each door.
Branagh was asleep on a sofa, looking worse for wear. You had to get him to a hospital soon, if he had any chance of surviving.
The library lock clicked softly as it disengaged. Four zombies were instantly visible. One currently knelt over a body, feasting on its innards.
âWe have to move fast,â Leon said, looking over his shoulder. âI think one of the statues is in that room to the right.â
âWe break for it. You get that medallion. Iâll watch our backs.â Orders tumbled out of your mouth. Natural. Flowing. As if youâd done this a thousand times before.
Leon grabbed your hand, making a break for a door to the right that would lead to a small room that connected back to the offices on the west wing of the RPD.
A zombie stirred at the noise, whipping its head towards the sound. Its jaw hung precariously from its skull, drooping and covered in blood.
The door slammed behind you.
Leon moved immediately, rushing to the statue and flipping open the leather-bound book.
âHold them off!â he called, already turning the dials. Each one clicked into placeâtoo loud in the confined space.
The library doors rattled.
Once.
Again.
Then they burst open.
Two zombies forced their way through, tripping over each other in their rush to reach you.
Breathe in. Aim. Squeeze.
The first shot cracked through the room. The zombie jerked, staggered. You fired again. And again.
It hit the floor with a wet, heavy slap.
The second one came faster. Too fast.
It slammed into you before you could reset your stance, hands clawing at your shoulders, its breath rancid as it lunged for your throat.
A knife was driven into its neck.
The force wrenched it back, a guttural sound tearing from its chest as it stumbled away from you.
You didnât hesitate.
You raised your gun and fired. Once, twice, three times⌠until it dropped, twitching, then stilled.
Silence crashed in just as hard as the noise had.
Your breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, your pulse still sprinting as you tried to drag yourself back under control. That had been close. Too close.
Leon was beside you now, chest rising and falling just as hard. His grip tightened slightly on the knife still in his hand as he stared down at the body.
âThanks,â you rasped.
He nodded; eyes still fixed on the corpse. âDonât mention it.â
A beat.
âTry not to die on me, okay?â
âIâll try to pencil that in my calendar,â you said back, your pulse finally settling
For a second, neither of you moved. Then he looked at you.
Truly looked this time. Not the passing glance of one cop to another. Not a look to make sure you were unharmed. This was something steadier. Deeper.
You held his gaze without meaning to. There was no question there. No hesitation. Just a quiet understanding settling between you two.
You were all that either of you had right now. The only other person who would try as hard to get out.
Leon gave you a small nod before breaking the tense moment and glancing back toward the library door.
âCome on,â he said. âWeâre getting out of this hellhole.â
What seemed like hours passed before you and Leon stood before the statue in the lobby, all three medallions in hand. Every step getting here had been a carefully executed strategy. Watching each otherâs backs, moving in sync without needing to communicate.
When one slipped, the other was there. No pausing. No waiting to see what happened.
Just minutes ago, when Leon had been pinned under one of those things⌠A mutated corpse that crawled on all fours. Its barbed tongue snapping and wiggling, wanting to feast on anything it could find.
Youâd moved without thinking, shoving a flashbang straight into its mouth, covering your eyes as it went off.
The blast had bought Leon just enough time to free himself from under the monster and grab the third medallion from the statue behind a wall youâd blown open with C4.
âRemind me to never get on your bad side.â Leon had joked.
Branaghâs body lay behind you. Cold and limp. A bullet hole through his skull.
The medallions settled into the statue of Lady Justice, each one triggering a heavy shift as the passage to the sewers beneath the RPD opened.
You moved forward, ready to get the hell out of here. Leon caught your arm, pulling you back just enough to step in front of you.
âLet meâŚâ He cut himself off, glancing at you like he knew exactly how this looked. His grip on your arm loosened slightly. âPlease,â he said, quieter. âI know you can handle yourself. I just need to make sure.â He inclined his head toward the darkness below.
You studied him for a moment. Then another. A few days ago, you would have argued. Would have pushed past him to prove a point. But there was nothing to prove here.
You didnât have the fight in you. Couldnât muster up the energy beyond what you were using to survive.
And if you were being honest with yourself, youâd liked not doing this alone anymore. Leon was a good partner.
Your arm slipped from his grasp. Not pulling away from him, just giving him a silent agreement that he could do this for you.
âFine,â you said, voice quieter than you meant it to be. Not a single bite hiding behind the word. âJust donât slow us down.â
âWouldnât dream of it, sweetheart,â he whispered. You fought the blush that tried to tint your cheeks.
The sound of your footsteps echoed off the walls as you descended. You had to shield your eyes from the light that Leon flicked on in an abandoned office.
âWhat the hell?â The office was plush. A handsome desk sat in the middle with papers strewn across it.
Leon rifled through them. Clearly, finding nothing of use.
âMaybe it isnât always locked,â he stated simply before turning to the staircase on the right of the room. âLooks like someone has meetings down here. Do the sewers connect something to the RPD?â
You shook your head. âI donât think so. I know the prison is under us, but usually you have to use the stairs that are blocked off by the chiefâs office to get there.â
Leon grunted in response.
âLetâs get moving,â he said, waiting until you placed your hand on his back to move forward. âThereâs no telling what weâll run into down there.â
The stairs turned to metal as you descended. Groaning softly with each step. The temperature plummeted the further you went. The crisp autumn air seeping into the walls.
The sound came first. A low, wet cracking banging against the wall as your feet met a walkway. Leon stilled in front of you, coming up short.
âDo you hearââ The wall exploded. Concrete and metal ripped apart as a massive thing barreled its way through, sending debris in every direction.
âMove!â Leonâs voice was swallowed up by a roar from the creature.
Leon grabbed you, shoving you back just as it lunged for you. You stumbled, catching yourself on the railing as the walkway groaned under the weight.
Whatever this was. It wasnât human. Not anymore.
âLeon!â
âIâve got it!â It was a lie. You knew it was. So did he.
You lunged for him, eyes connecting across the devastation.
âNo! Stay back!â The walkway gave out. The section beneath Leonâs feet collapsed, dropping him in the darkness below.
âLeon!â You screamed again, your voice pitching. You rushed forward, skidding to the edge, hands catching at the last second on the railing as you looked down. Searching for any sign of him.
He hit the ground hard, rolling, already scrambling to his feet as the monster dropped after him, the ground shaking from the impact.
âGo!â he shouted up at you. âGet out of here!â
âNot happening!â
You were moving. Scanning. Searching. Looking for anything that would help. Ammo. An angle. A shot that would help.
The creature lunged again. Leon fired before dropping behind cover, narrowly missing a swiping limb. The sound echoed through the chamber.
You repositioned to a knee at the edge of the broken walkway, lining up a shot, waiting for an openingâŚ
âLeon, move!â
He ducked just as you fired. The bullet hit, staggering the creature.
âKeep its attention!â you called. âI can hit it from here!â
âI am!â
The creature moved again. Faster and faster. Eating up any valuable space Leon had. Your grip tightened on your weapon. It was too much. Too many angles. Every shot risked hitting Leon.
âCome on⌠come on!â
Leon didnât hesitate. He moved as if heâd done this before. A dance of death. He dodged, fired, and closed the distance any chance he could to lodge a knife into the beast. Every move became sharper. Quicker. Doing everything he could to survive.
Your chest tightened. This was the first time you werenât at his side. The first time you couldnât cover his blind spot.
âFuck!â Leonâs yell cut through the noise. The creature roared again and stumbled. Leon didnât waste the chance. One shotâŚ
The thing collapsed, its massive body flipping over a railing and falling into the darkness. The roar of pain grew farther as it went.
You didnât move. Didnât breathe. You counted each second.
âLeon?â
No sign of him. No movement.
âLeon!â You tried again.
âIâm good!â
Your eyes snapped to him as he rounded a corner, hand pushed to his side. His breathing deep and ragged.
Relief hit harder than you expected. You let out a sharp breath you hadnât realized you were holding, your grip on the weapon loosening.
âDonât do that again,â you called down, voice tight.
Leon glanced up at you, that stupid smirk gracing his lips.
âI was gonna say the same to you.â
You looked for a way to get him up. A ladder with yellow paint covering it was pulled up. You kicked it and fell to a knee, watching as he limped toward it.
âCome on. It should hold.â
Leon climbed without argument, climbing steadily despite the obvious exhaustion. You stayed crouched at the top, one hand braced on the railing, the other extended until he reached you.
The second he stepped up, you caught him by the arm. Steadying him more than he needed. He didnât pull away. Didnât say anything. And for a moment, neither did you. Â
Your eyes moved over him quickly. Shoulder. Side. Hands. Checking. Making sure everything was where it should be. He hissed in a sharp breath when you pressed a hand to his tender ribs.
âTurn,â you muttered.
He blinked. âWhat?â
âJust⌠do it.â
A brief moment passed, then he turned, letting you check him over without comment. You stepped back once you were satisfied that he was uninjured.
âYouâre good,â you said.
âTold you I was,â he said, a little breathless.
It was only then that it hit you. Just how close youâd come to losing your partner. You exhaled sharply, shaking it off before that feeling settled too deeply into your bones.
âDonât do that again,â you said again, almost inaudible.
Leon exhaled, glancing away for a second before looking back at you. âYeah⌠Guess we both have to work on that, donât we?â
He shifted like he was going to step back⌠put distance between you. But he stopped. Something in him hesitant to break the spell. Like leaving that space between you felt wrong.
Leon cleared his throat, dragging a hand through his hair, bicep flexing.
âWe should keep moving. We gotta figure out whatâs going on and how to stop it,â he said.
You nodded. âThe fact that we didnât find anything in the RPD is insane. They should have known something.â
âMaybe weâll find something down in the garage that can point us in the right direction.â
The climb from the underground passage into the prison was quick, leading to the garage. You rushed to the panel next to the exit and smacked your palm against it.
âYou didnât happen to get a fancy keycard to get out of here on your first day, did you?â Leon asked as he walked up behind you.
You shook your head. Groaning. This was the easiest way out of the RPD without running into the swarm of zombies surrounding the front entrance.
The sounds of heels on concrete ripped your attention from salvation. The clicks of them cut through the distant hum of generators keeping the power on and the drips of water from above.
You and Leon instantly raised your guns and aimed them at the newcomer.
âDonât move,â you said.
She stepped into view anyway. A brown trench coat was pulled tightly around her, and dark sunglasses settled over her eyes. Not a single hair was out of place as she approached. Like she wasnât in the middle of a nightmare, presumably fighting for her life as you were.
Your grip tightened around your gun.
âEasy,â she said smoothly, her voice a sultry tune. With one hand up, she reached the other into her coat and flipped open a badge. âFederal agent.â
Leon paused. You didnât. Your eyes flicked to the badge, then back to her.
âFBI?â Leon asked.
âAda Wong.â She flipped the badge closed, putting it away. Your gaze stayed locked on her.
âFunny,â you said flatly. âYou donât look like youâve been fighting for your life.â
Something passed over her face as she glanced toward you and then back to Leon, settling on him. Picking him out as the one who would listen.
âI manage just fine,â she responded with a casual shrug.
Leon lowered his gun slightly. âIf youâre FBI, then you know what the hell is going on here.â
Ada removed her sunglasses, holding them gingerly between two fingers. âI might.â
It wasnât an answer. Not a true one at least. You knew she was hiding something. You stepped a little closer, just enough to stand beside Leon instead of behind him.
âSpill,â you snapped.
Her eyes moved to you once more. Measuring you as if you were something she would squash under her heel.
âYouâre looking in the wrong place,â she said simply. âWhatever answers you think youâre going to get about whatâs going on, you wonât find down here. Nor will you find a way out without me.â
Leon frowned, lowering his gun completely.
âDo you know where?â
âWilliam Birkin.â
The name didnât ring a bell.
âUmbrella researcher,â she continued. âHe developed the G-Virus and set it loose in Raccoon City.â
âUmbrella is a pharmaceutical facility,â you said.
âAnd in their free time, they develop bioweapons.â
Silence stretched between the three of you.
Leonâs jaw tightened. âAnd youâre just here⌠what⌠looking for him?â
Ada held his gaze. âYes.â
You didnât buy it. Not completely. How was she the only FBI agent around? Why wasnât there a whole squad of them coming to help the city?
You didnât voice your suspicions. Not yet. You shifted your stance, angling more toward Leon.
âI guess youâre going to tell us how to find him?â
Adaâs lips curved. âMaybe.â She walked toward you, pulling a lanyard from around her neck with a keycard in it. The panel beeped as she placed it against the reader. The gate began to slowly rise.
You looked at Leon, searching for any hint of distrust in his eyes. He was staring at Adaâs back; his eyes crinkled at the edges.
As if he felt your eyes on him, he looked at you. Resignation flashed behind those pale blue eyes, almost grey from the dim garage lights.
âSheâs our only lead right now, Torin,â he said quietly.
âI donât trust her,â you murmured back.
Leon reached out, gently grabbing your shoulder. The warmth of his hand bled into your too-cold skin, his grip tightening once. Steady. Reassuring.
âIâve got your back,â he said. âEvery step of the way.â
You knew that.
Somewhere settling deeper than logic, you knew that.
It was the promise in the way he looked at you. He didnât need to say it out loud. You just knew.
Your fingers twitched, the urge to reach for him sudden and sharp. To take some of that calm steadiness into yourself. You didnât stop yourself.
Your hand lifted, settling over his where it rested on your shoulder. You squeezed once, firm, before stepping out from under his touch. You inhaled deeply and turned toward the ramp leading back into the city.
âReady?â You asked, stealing one last glance at Leon.
He hadnât torn his eyes from you yet.
âAfter you,â he said. âIâll try to keep up.â
You rolled your eyes before smirking. âStay confident, rookie. We just might make it out of here alive.â
Leon bumped into you gently as you followed Ada. âYou realize youâre also a rookie, right?â
You smirked at him, the first real smile you felt like giving in a long time. âYeah, but youâre a rookie rookie. Iâve got time on you.â
âLetâs go, you two!â Ada called. âI donât have time to wait.â
The city was quiet as you emerged to the surface.
It settled like an uneasy fog over you. As if the noise of all the death had become background noise to your life.
The calm of this moment was unfamiliar. No longer what you felt when you thought of Raccoon City and the new beginning it was supposed to offer you. Now it was the place where your faith in humanity had died.
Ada stopped at the edge of a cavern in the ground. Pulled away by the construction happening on this side of Raccoon City.
âWe cross there,â she said, pointing to a scaffold to your left. âService entrance leads to an elevator straight into Umbrellaâs facility.â
She was already moving again before either of you could question how she knew that. Leonâs hand brushed the small of your back, guiding you forward as you ascended the ramp, putting you between him and the city behind you.
Like he could shield you from the carnage left behind. Like heâd take the first hit from any threat.
âWhen we get into NEST,â Ada continued, âyouâll retrieve a sample of the G-Virus.â
She reached into her pocket, pulling out a small device that hummed softly. âWe can use it to develop a cure,â she added, almost as an afterthought. âKeep this from spreading any further.â
The warning bells in your head rang louder. âAnd where exactly will you be?â
âI need to find Birkin and his wife,â She responded simply.
Leon let out a quiet scoff. âOver finding a fix for this mess?â
âFinding Birkin is the fix,â Ada snapped back.
There was nothing left to say. Ada wasnât going to give up the full story. But sheâd given you enough.
Find the sample.
Make the cure.
Try to save what was left of Raccoon City.
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NEST wasnât what you expected.
What should have been an evil laboratory, like something youâd seen in a horror movie, was a too-white, too-sterile-smelling facility.
The bright overhead lights blinded you.
People should be filling these corridors. Employees and scientists rushing around trying to fix the mess happening in the city above. Instead, there was nothing. No noise to even suggest that something so very wrong happened here.
As you and Leon exited the service elevator, you noticed Ada staying back.
âYou coming, Ms. FBI?â
She smirked and shook her head. âUnfortunately for you, this isnât my stop.â She punched the button that would lead her back to the surface. âIâll find you when Iâve done my part.â
The doors slid shut with a clang.
âGuess weâre the cavalry now,â Leon quipped as he unholstered his gun. He ejected the magazine, checking how many bullets he had before sliding it home. âReady?â
You nodded. Ada had given Leon an ID wristband on the way down, explaining how it was only level 1 and to get to the lab, youâd have to upgrade it to level 3. When youâd asked how to accomplish that, she told you to âfigure it out.â
It was then that Ada sealed her fate in your eyes.
You and Leon moved slowly, scanning the empty lobby. If this facility had an outbreak, whoever was left did a damn good job at cleaning up. There should be blood everywhere. Zombies. Monsters.
It was as if it remained untouched.
âThis feels wrong, Leon,â you said carefully. âItâs tooâŚâ
âPut together,â Leon finished for you. âI was thinking the exact same thing.â
Nothing about this made sense. A pressurized door slid open in front of you, leading down a corridor that cut off to the left at the end.
The lights were cut off in this part of the facility. Leon pulled out a flashlight, shining it down the hallway. You stumbled a step, and Leon steadied you.
âWhat?â Leon asked, looking around. You pointed at the ceiling, his eyes followed.
Plants grew from holes in the ceiling. Winding their way down the walls and onto the floor. The strong scent of musk and wet filled the air, overpowering your nose. They were moving. Undulating in a way that plants shouldnât be able to.
âKeep going,â Leon whispered.
Pushing forward, another set of doors hissed as they opened into a larger room. Wall-to-wall glass panels covered the front of the room. You approached slowly. A body in a hazmat suit was smashed against the window, held there by plants wrapped around every limb.
Blood leaked from the person's eyes and mouth. Their facial features were so disfigured that it was impossible to determine if they were male or female. Â
The plants encompassed the entire greenhouse beyond the glass window. Overgrown didnât begin to cover it. Thick vines crawled over every surface, twisting through the railings on moss-covered walkways.
âJesus...â Leon muttered under his breath.
âDid the G-Virus do all of this?â You had a bad feeling about what it could do if this level of infection spread to the rest of the city.
You noticed it then... the faint pulsing glow just below the body. A level 2 ID band.
âLook,â you told Leon, pointing at the band. Pushing closer to the glass, you looked for a way to retrieve it. Shaking your head, you sighed heavily. âItâs too overgrown. We canât get to it without breaking through those branches.â
Leon stood next to you, shoulder brushing against yours as he looked for another way around.
âDidnât have landscaping on my plans for the day,â he joked.
âIf we can find a way...â Your words trailed off as you looked around the room, eye landing on a console. â
Leon got there first, his fingers brushing over the interface, silently reading the words embossed on the surface. âLooks like some kind of distribution system.â
You reached for the lever beside Leonâs hand before you could second-guess.
âTorin,â Leon started, but it was too late. The handle slammed down with a heavy clunk.
A calm, computerized voice rang out through the room as an alarm beeped inside the greenhouse. âDispersal sequence initiated. Please stand clear.â
You stilled, eyes snapping back to the glowing lights on the console. âOkay... so we triggered something.â
âDispersal sequence failed. Please insert solution.â The voice said.
Leon let loose a breath. âYeah. Letâs hope itâs the right kind of something.â
The greenhouse door clicked as the sequence finished, sliding open with a soft hiss. Just beyond the threshold lay a body, half-buried in vines, as if they had been running to this room before being dragged back mid-escape.
Hazmat suit.
Another Umbrella employee.
You moved quickly toward the body, crouching beside it and brushing the vines back that clung stubbornly to the limp limbs.
A faint glint of silver caught your eye. A canister barely bigger than a test tube filled with a pale pink liquid was clenched tightly in their fist.
Bingo.
Your eyes traced over the body again. A second vial was shoved into the pocket, barely visible beneath the vines. This one was clear. Viscous.
You grabbed it, too.
âTwo for one special,â you muttered, holding them both up as you glanced back at Leon.
Leon was already moving toward you. Each movement was controlled. Measured. Â
He reached out for the pink liquid canister and brushed your fingers as you passed it over. A feather-light touch, lasting less than a second, that made your heart pound harder for a single beat.
âThis oneâs the antigen.â He turned the canister over in his hand, examining it. His gaze shifted to the other in your hand. You flipped it over.
âThen thisâŚâ You read the side. âG-Virus.â You handed it to him, and Leon shoved it into a pocket.
You sucked in a deep breath. âHopefully the antigen works.â
âIâll do the honors then.â Leon held out his free hand, pulling you to your feet. He didnât let go until you were back at the dispersion console. The canister slid home with a soft click. Leon grabbed the handle and pulled it down without hesitation.
The computerized voice cut through the speakers. âDispersal sequence initiated. Please stand clear.â
 The vial began to drain, pale pink liquid slowly dispersing into the greenhouse air. The plants slowly began to wither. Vines and branches peeled back from the railing and walls, shrinking into nothing as the virus was destroyed.
The body against the glass clattered to the floor with a thud.
The wristband followed, skidding across the metal floor. Â
You stepped through the door as it slid open. The faint scent of a sterile atmosphere now filled the room, replacing the damp, earthy rot of the greenhouse.
A box on the wall to the right caught your attention: a little image of a fire, painted in stark white, just above the glass window. Emergency containment measure.
âGuess they didnât think to use it,â Leon chided.
 A grotesque humanoid figure lay sprawled on the floor. You prodded it with a boot, turning it enough to see its face. A head. A torso. Arms and legs that looked more like tree trunks than anything human.
âWas this⌠human?â You whispered, unable to keep the fear from your voice.
âMaybe,â Leon said. âAt some point. Letâs get that wristband and get out of here before it decides to get up.â
Leon moved first, cutting left toward the glass wall. You followed behind, eyes tracking every inch of the room. He scooped up the wristband, tossing it in the air before catching it.
âLooks like weâre good toââ
An alarm blared through the confined space. âWarning. Unauthorized personnel detected in the containment zone.â
âShit. Leon, letâs go!â
The glass wall in front of Leon exploded. Something massive crashed through it, landing hard on the metal walkway. It stood slowly, rising to its full height. Steel shutters slammed down over the broken glass, sealing the way back to the room.
It towered over Leon. Pale, expressionless face. A black trench coat and fists that looked as if they could crush bone without effort.
Your stomach bottomed out.
âLeon, run!â You yelled as you drew your weapon and fired.
Every shot landed. Not a single shot seemed to matter.
Leon moved fast, closing the distance between you just as the creature stepped forward. Its arm pulled back, aiming straight for Leon. You didnât hesitate. You grabbed Leon by the front of his vest and yanked hard. The punch ripped through the air where heâd been standing a split second before. Â
You pushed Leon in front of you as the creature regained its footing and stomped forward. It turned, focused on you. You stumbled back a step as it advanced.
Leon cursed as the creature crowded your space.
Run.
You had to run. There was no beating this thing.
âTorin, move!â A burst of white-hot flames roared to life, engulfing the creature. Fire framed it in an ominous glow, wreathing its entire body. It didnât so much as scream or flinch. But it did pause.
And that was enough.
You turned and ran. Boots pounding against metal, you took the first left hard, grabbing onto the railing to sling yourself around the corner. The walkway stretched again, seeming to never end.
Behind you, heavy footsteps thundered closer. You pushed harder.
Your boot slipped on the shriveled remains of a vine. You went down, slamming into the railing that stopped you from falling into the dark expanse of the floor beyond. A sharp pain exploded through your ribs, ripping the breath from your lungs. âFuck!â
You forced your head up, glancing at Leon. He was already moving toward you.
âDonât even think about it!â You snapped, pushing yourself up, one arm wrapped around your side.
He didnât stop. You stumbled forward, regaining your footing just enough to break into a sprint.
âGo!â you shouted, pointing toward the door. âGo, go, go!â
Leon hesitated a second more, bouncing on the balls of his feet before turning and running. He reached the door and stopped, hand outstretched.
As you once had for him. Â
Desperation burned in his eyes as you ran toward him, pushing your body harder than it had to give. Your hand slammed into his, and he pulled you through. You crashed through the doorway, hitting the floor hard as momentum carried you forward just as Leon slammed his hand against a red button, sealing the room. And the creature inside.
A fist slammed against the door.
Again.
Again.
The metal buckled with each hit as the creature tried to break through. Â
Leon hooked an arm under yours, pulling you to your feet. You hissed as your ribs protested. Â
âI know,â he panted. âBut we gotta go.â
âThe sample,â you managed.
âI got it.â He shifted, pulling you closer, one arm secure around your waist, walking you forward as your arm draped over his shoulders.
âGuess we can call it even,â he continued.
A small laugh escaped you. Surprising. Given the situation.
Leon leaned you against the reception counter in the main lobby as he studied a map on the wall, his finger tracing a route toward the center of the facility.
âLooks like we have to go through there.â He pointed to a door on the right. âAda said to meet her at the elevator that will take us to the sublevel once we have what we need.â
You groaned, pushing yourself upright. Leon was already there, arm sliding securely around your waist again.
âThatâs going to slow us down, Leon.â
You felt him shrug. âNot leaving you behind.â
He guided you through the door, and the space opened up. Wide and industrial. A central platform sat suspended in the middle of the room, with three steel, narrow walkways branching out from it.
One led back the way you came.
The other two disappeared behind secure doors, each marked with an access level. The elevator was blocked by level 4.
Leon held up the wristband. Level 4.
âGuess weâre going straight through,â you mumbled.
You leaned slightly over the railing as Leon shifted your weight, adjusting his hold on you. Darkness swallowed the drop below. No bottom in sight.
Your stomach turned, and you pulled back quickly. âDonât look down.â
Leon huffed a quiet laugh. âScared of heights, Torin?â
âOnly the ones that end in a splat.â
âGood to know,â he said, pulling you a little closer. âIâll keep you away from edges.â
The door to the level 3 access area hissed open. A woman in a red dress stepped through at a jog, looking over her shoulder before her gaze snapped forward.
âCutting it a little close,â Ada called.
You and Leon reached the elevator just as Ada made it halfway across the mezzanine.
He eased you back against the cold metal of the elevator. Leonâs eye met yours, searching. Â
You gave a small nod. Iâm fine. Then you tilted your head toward Ada.
âBe careful, Leon,â you whispered, lower enough for only him to hear. âYou canât trust her.â
Leonâs jaw tightened, and he nodded. He stepped forward, shielding you from Adaâs view. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the G-virus sample and holding it out in front of him.
âYou got it,â Ada said, her voice colder.
âWhat are you going to do with it?â Leon asked. His posture rigid. Â
Ada took another step forward, heels clicking against metal. Each echo of the sound sharp as it carried through the open space before fading into nothing.
âHand it over,â she said. âThen Iâll tell you.â
Adaâs hand moved slowly⌠Too slowly.
Down toward her thigh.
Toward the holster hidden beneath the fabric of her dress.
âGun!â You yelled.
A shot cracked through the air. Leon didnât move.
Adaâs grunt of pain met your ears a moment later as she doubled over. Pressing a hand to her shoulder.
Leon's gun snapped up, pointing past Ada at a woman covered in blood, leaning against the wall at the end of the walkway.
âWho are you?â Leon demanded.
âAnnetteââ she coughed, a wet, broken sound. âAnnette Birkin.â She wiped the blood from her mouth, her arm falling to her side. The gun slipped from her grasp, clattering on the floor.
âBirkin,â you said, eyes narrowing. âAs in William Birkin?â
âMy husband,â she responded simply. âHeâs dead. Turned himself into... one of those things.â
Ada straightened, blood trickling between her fingers. âGive me the sample, Leon.â
Leonâs hand tightened around the vial.
âDonât!â Annette rasped, her body sagging closer to the floor. âSheâs not a fed. Sheâs going to auction it off to the highest bidder!â
Alarms began blaring, bathing the room in a red light. Different than the one before.
âSelf-destruction sequence initiated.â The same computerized voice. âT-minus ten minutes. Proceed to the nearest emergency exit.â
The building shook as the first round of bombs detonated. The metal walkway beneath Leon and Ada groaned, swaying violently. Leon slammed into the railing, the G-virus sample slipping in his grasp.
âThrow it, Leon!â You yelled, lurching forward as the building shook again.
Ada lunged for Leon, fingers barely grasping the vial. Another explosion ripped through the facility.
âDrop it and get out of here!â Annette shouted as she slipped onto the ground, acceptance of her simmering in her eyes.
Leon paused. You knew what he was thinking. The vial in his hand was the cure. He thought of the city. Of your home. Everything it could fixâŚ
Another violent tremor tore through the facility. Leon pulled his arm back and hurled the sample into the abyss below. He dove for you just as the walkway under his feet broke and gave way, sending Ada to the depths with her prize.
You scrambled to the edge, grabbing Leon under the shoulders, pulling with everything you had left. He kicked one leg up, hauling himself over the edge before immediately grabbing you tight around the waist and pulling you toward the elevator.
The alarms seemed to scream in your ears. The sharp, piercing sound was a symphony of your inevitable destruction. Leon slammed the wristband against the panel. The doors slid open, and he shoved you in, close behind.
You punched the sublevel button, and the doors slammed shut just as the walkway gave out completely. The elevator swayed as the metal disconnected from the central platform. The descent was fast.
Your eyes locked with Leon across the small space. Neither of you spoke.
There was nothing to say.
Another explosion rocked the shaft, and the descent felt faster. Uncontrolled.
The brakes caught as a train platform came into view on the sublevel, and the elevator lurched to a stop, causing you both to stumble. The train was already moving. Slowly pulling away.
âShit!â Leon grabbed your hand as the doors began to open, pushing you out first, narrowly squeezing out behind you. âI know it hurts, but we have to run.â
You nodded and ran. Ran faster than you thought possible as explosion after explosion thundered above you.
NEST was collapsing.
Leon reached the train first, grabbing onto the sidecar railing before practically throwing you onto the platform. His foot slipped on the sleek metal. You grabbed his belt, a sharp cry ripping from your throat as you hauled him up.
He collapsed beside you. Both of you gasping for air.
Alive.
You were both alive.
âYouââ you dragged in a breath. âYou owe me two.â
Leon chucked beside you. âLetâs get inside.â
You pushed yourself to your feet as Leon guided you into the train car. Footsteps echoed down the metal tube. Leonâs head snapped up. You reached for your weapon as a small girl came into view with a woman in a red leather jacket at her side.
âLeon?â
Leonâs shoulders sagged in relief. âClaire?â
Claire lowered her revolver with a heavy exhale. âYou made it.â
âSo did you.â Leon glanced back at you. âI ran into Claire outside the city. She was looking for her brother. We got separated at the RPD.â
You reached out a hand for Claire to shake. âTorin,â you offered. âIâm glad you made it out.â
Clair took it, her grip firm despite the events.
The small girl next to Claire trembled, wide-eyed as she looked at you and Leon.
You felt your posture soften as you slowly lowered to one knee. âItâs okay,â you said gently. âWeâre getting out of here.â
Claireâs hand settled on the girlâs shoulder. âThis is Sherry.â
Leon gave the girl a small, reassuring smile. âHey, Sherry.â
Blinding morning light poured through the train windows. You winced, lifting a hand to shield your eyes as you moved toward the back of the car. Raccoon City stretched out behind you.
There was nothing in the city skyline to suggest that something horrible had happened. No smoke rose from the ashes. No screams of terror and fear reached your ears.
Your gaze caught on movement in the sky. A helicopter circling the city. Then something else. Something too fast to be another aircraft. Your stomach dropped. âOh, fuck.â
âGet down!â You lunged forward, throwing yourself over Sherry as the train jolted. The explosion hit a heartbeat later. A deafening boom tore through the air, the shockwave rattling the train as the world behind you exploded in flame. Â
October 2nd, 1998 12:36 PM
A faint buzzing brought you back to consciousness. You didnât remember what happened after the train. Only the fire and the way the world had exploded around you. The buzzing was from the fluorescent light overhead. Too bright against your adjusting eyes. You blinked, trying to force away the throbbing in your head as awareness crept back in.
Metal table. Metal chair. White walls. Two-way mirror.
A sharp breath caught in your chest as you tried to sit up, and pain flared through your ribs. Right. Broken.
âEasy,â A familiar voice said.
You turned your head toward it. Leon sat a few feet away in a metal chair, elbows braced on his knees, watching you.
Relief bloomed in your chest. He was here. He was alive. Confusion followed a moment later.
âWhereâŚâ Your voice was rough, and you cleared your throat. âWhere are we?â
Leon shook his head. âStill trying to figure that out.â He ran a hand through his dirty hair. âThey picked us up outside the city. Youâve been in and out since.â
The door to the room opened, and neither of you looked away from each other. At least, not until you heard footsteps. Two men in suits entered, guns on their hips.
âYouâre awake,â the taller of the two men said.
Leon straightened slightly. âWho are you?â
The man didnât bother to answer right away, eyes bouncing from you to Leon. He set a file down on the table between you. Your name was printed in bold letters on the front. So was Leonâs.
âWeâre the people who saved you from Raccoon City,â the second man said finally. âAnd the ones who decide what happens next.â
Silence sat heavy in the air. You felt Leon shift next to you, angling himself to be closer to you.
âWhat is this?â You asked.
âContainment,â the first man replied. âYou were exposed to a biohazard event.â
The second man pulled one of the chairs from the table and sat down. âYouâve seen things you werenât supposed to. Things people donât get to walk away from.â
Leonâs jaw clenched. âIt doesnât work that way.â
The first man settled his glare on Leon. âIt does now,â he growled. âYouâve got two options.â
He flipped the file open. Your RPD applications stared back at you.
âYou disappear, or you work for us.â
You didnât need to ask what kind of work. After everything youâd seen, this only ended one way. You exhaled slowly. âWhat does that mean?â
âIt means,â the man began, âyou get to make sure what happened in Raccoon City never happens anywhere else.â
Your eyes flicked to Leon. Understanding as youâd never experienced was there as he looked at you. He knew too. Knew that the only answer was to accept and move forward. To protect and serve and make sure this never happened again.
There was no going back.
You looked back at the men in the suits and nodded.
The room was quiet again as the door clicked shut behind them. The silence that fell felt heavier than anything the men had said. For a moment, neither of you moved. You let out a slow breath, your shoulders dropping as all the tension finally flowed out.
âGuess thatâs it,â you mumbled. âWeâre government property now.â
Leon huffed a quiet laugh. Not out of amusement, but pure exhaustion. âSounds about right.â
You shifted your weight, winching slightly as your ribs protested. Leon noticed.
âHeyâŚâ he knelt before you, his hand hovering before settling it lightly on your side. âYou okay?â
âBeen better,â you gritted out. âBut been worse.â
His lips twitched at that, suppressing a smile. âYeah,â he said quietly.
You leaned back against the wall, letting your head rest as your eyes slid shut. You couldnât decide if the worst of it was over. You had no idea what to expect next. Everything you thought you knew about your life was gone. Ripped from your hands by monsters and villains.
All you knew was that Leon was beside you. Youâd already faced hell together once.
You opened your eyes to find Leon still watching you. As if he was counting every rise and fall of your chest. Watching. Making sure you were alive. That this was real.
âYou ever think,â you started, your voice quiet, âThat we werenât supposed to make it out?â
Leon chewed on his bottom lip as the words hung in the air. âWe did,â he said simply. âAnd Iâm not going to question that.â
The knot in your chest shifted, loosening slightly at his words. You nodded once, rising from the chair. Fate decided. You made it two steps toward the door before you doubled over in pain, all the spent adrenaline giving way to agonizing pain.
Leon was there before you could blink, hand on your waist. âEasy, Torin.â His voice was soft and smooth, skittering over every nerve ending like flowing water.
You glanced up at him. Close. He was so close. Neither of you moved. You didnât need to. Didnât want to. Your hand lifted, resting lightly against his arm. He grounded you in the moment. Pulling you away from an edge that threatened to swallow you whole.
For a moment, there was no Raccoon City. No gunfire. No monsters. No threats.
Only him. Only you.
Leon exhaled softly. âWeâre gonna be okay.â
You had no idea if that was true. Had no idea if you would ever be okay, but you chose to believe him anyway. You hummed an agreement before slowly pulling your hand back. Not because you wanted to, but because you had to.
âWe need to figure out what they want from us,â you said, taking a small step away. Leon nodded but didnât move. His eyes stayed on you a second longer than they should have.
The door opened again, and Leon stepped back, putting just enough space between you.
âTorin. Kennedy,â another man in a suit said as he leaned against the frame of the door. âLetâs go.â
summary: to your chagrin, you get partnered with an irritating DSO agent who happens to take an interest in the case you're working on.
cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, re9!leon, fbi!reader, age gap, kissing, vaginal fingering, oral sex, blow job, p in v, spanking, choking, finger sucking, brat taming, praise kink
wc: 10k
a/n: obsession's gotten so bad i started having dreams about him <3
also on ao3!
Thereâs a man sitting at your desk.Â
Youâd arrived at work a little before 9, steaming cup of coffee in hand and a stack of case files tucked under your arm haphazardly. It was only until youâd heard the curious, hushed whispers that youâd realized your desk was currently taken, occupied by an unfamiliar man clad in a leather jacket.Â
Were you being relocated? Promoted? Demoted?Â
A barrage of thoughts flits through your mind as you approach your desk slowly, mentally preparing yourself to give the man a piece of your mind. The man doesnât even flinch when the case files drop onto your desk loudly, your coffee cup following soon after as you set it down roughly before crossing your arms over your chest.
âCan I help you?â
His head tilts towards you, shaggy hair shifting as his gaze travels over you with interest. You stare back at him blankly, brows furrowing when you take in the scruffy stubble covering his jaw and the weathered look to his skin. He had to be at least twice your age, but even you could admit the man was stupidly handsome. Youâre only left with more questions than you started with as you continue to stare at him, feeling bewildered. The flex of his gloved fingers catch in your periphery, distracting you as you glance down to find him piecing together a disassembled gun with practiced ease, the parts set out neatly on your desk.Â
His voice is gruff when he speaks. âYouâre younger than I expected.â
âYou⌠were expecting me?â you ask, irritation seeping into your voice, patience growing thin. âWho the fuck are you?â
The manâs brows raise at your blunt question, fingers still moving deftly, his eyes flickering with mirth.Â
âYou know, the FBI promised me a warm welcome,â he says, the chair swiveling as he turns to face you fully. âCanât exactly say youâre delivering on that promise.â
âYeah well, I didnât make any promises,â you retort, giving him a tight smile, watching as he leans forward, sliding his newly assembled gun back into its holster. âBesides, you still havenât answered my question.â
He sighs, leaning forward, his arm outstretched as he offers you his hand. âLeonââ
Heâs interrupted by the Unit Chief calling out your name. Your eyes narrow when you see the case file in his hands, glancing back at Leon before you leave him, stepping inside the Unit Chiefâs office, the door clicking shut behind you.
âWeâve got two new bodies,â he says, handing you the case file. âUnsubâs been crossing jurisdictions and the local police department is⌠well, concerned to say the least. Think you can handle it?â
You nod, flicking through the pages, nose scrunching when you see the images of the crime scene â each more grisly than the last. Mutilated bodies, blood smeared across the walls, messily carved symbols etched into the wooden door of the victimsâ home.
âSeems ritualistic,â you murmur, reading through the reports. You glance up at him, clutching the case file to your chest protectively. âYouâre letting me take this alone? Iâm flattered.â
âAh,â the Unit Chief shakes his head, nodding towards Leon. âNot exactly.â
âWhat?â you scoff, looking at Leon who gives you a smile and waves through the glass. You glare at him, yanking the blinds shut. âThe old man?â you hiss, âheâll only slow me down.â
The Unit Chief sighs, taking a seat in his chair. âThat man is Leon Kennedy. DSO. Itâs only a precaution. Heâs more experienced than any team we could put together and after what happened with Agent Ashcroft, the FBI is trying to be more⌠mindful.â
âAshcroft?â you echo, remembering the Rhodes Hill incident. âThatâsâ thatâs because they sent an analyst into the field of all things. She mustâve been terrified. Iâm a field agent, I can handle myself.â
âAgent Kennedy took an interest in the case,â he replies, hands clasping together. âIf thereâs bioterrorism involved, heâll be useful. If there isnât, use him as an idea board. The Unit Chief peers up at you, his expression stern. âMy decision is final.â
Your jaw works irritatedly before you huff out a heavy breath, nodding reluctantly. âYes, sir.â
Despite your sour mood and the urge to slam the door shut, you carefully close it, making your way back to Leon. You drag a spare chair towards your desk, sinking down onto it. Leon shakes his head when you offer him the case file.
âIâve already read it.â
âHuh,â you stare at him, lips pursing while your eyes squint in recognition. âLeon Scott Kennedy,â you drawl, jabbing your finger at him, âyouâre the Raccoon City cop. Iâve heard stories about you. Shouldnât you beâŚâ you gesture to him pointedly, âretired?â
âOuch,â Leon says, his hand moving to press against his chest as he feigns being hurt. âYou really donât want me here, do you?â
âAll I know is that youâre some big-shot DSO agent that I donât need on my case, Leon,â you shoot back, flipping open the file to read the autopsy reports more thoroughly.
âThe first case youâve ever been in charge of,â Leon muses, his leather gloves creaking softly as he picks up a stray pen, putting it back into its place. âIâm impressed. Not everyone gets to be a lead on a case like this. Then again, youâre pretty good at this kinda thing.â
Was he buttering you up? He had to be. You donât bother looking up as you mark a few things of interest off on the report.
âThank you,â you murmur, scrawling a few notes down on a notepad before you pause, head turning to find him watching you carefully. âHow did you know that?â you ask, a hint of suspicion in your voice, âweâve never met before.â
Leon shifts, grunting softly as he tries to get more comfortable in your chair. âI took the liberty of reading your file,â he replies flippantly, his expression darkening as he tries to work the chairâs jammed lever. âFuckinâ chair⌠how do you sit in this all day?â
âI donât sit all day!â you snap, âand you read my file? I donât care if you have the fucking clearance, you canât justââÂ
Youâre interrupted by a loud snap, teeth gritting together when you realize heâs pushed the lever too hard â or perhaps, underestimated his own strength â the lever cleanly detached and now clutched in Leonâs gloved hand.Â
âSorry âbout that,â he murmurs, setting the lever down on your desk, patting it awkwardly. âIâll buy you a new chair.â
You have half a mind to reach over and strangle him. You even consider doing it, until he grumbles under his breath and shrugs off that jacket of his, your murderous intent forgotten as soon as you catch sight of his thick biceps. With those things, Leon could probably strangle you and have no problem doing it.Â
The sheer size of him renders you incapable of tearing your gaze away, your stare settled firmly on his shoulders, arms and chest â every part of him unfairly thick and muscular â his skin-tight shirt leaving you barely conscious of the way your throat was beginning to dry up.Â
Your newly broken chair creaks once more under Leonâs weight, the sound piercing through the haze of your shameless staring. You blink uncertainly, taking another lingering peek at his biceps while heâs too busy trying to get comfortable.Â
âWeâd better get going,â you announce, grabbing the file before standing up abruptly. âThe local PD is probably waiting for us.â
âWe can take my car,â Leon says as he follows you into the elevator.
âIâm not in the habit of getting into cars with strange men,â you say testily, pressing a button before turning to face him.Â
âAnd Iâm not in the habit of babysitting FBI agents,â Leon drawls, leaning against the wall of the elevator, his arms crossing over his chest.Â
The movement makes his shirt stretch tighter if anything, the fabric clinging to his broad forearms stubbornly, his watch glinting softly in the lighting. Your head tilts, eyes narrowing with irritation when you register his insult.Â
âNo one asked you to babysit,â you say, shaking your head. âI have a gun,â you take it out of the holster attached to your hip, pointing it at him, âand Iâm smart. Iâll have this case wrapped up in a day or two, so stay the fuck outta my way.â
A smile pulls at his lips, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he lifts his hands in mock-surrender. The amusement in his eyes makes him look a little younger, your heart fluttering with delight for a moment before you tamp it down violently.Â
When the elevator comes to a stop, Leon takes your bag before you can protest, his gloved fingers brushing yours briefly. You step after him, brows raising with begrudging respect when you see his car. Big-shot DSO agent, your mind supplies as he puts your bag into the backseat, gesturing for you to get in. You sigh heavily, opening your mouth to argue but Leonâs already disappeared inside his car, the engine rumbling to life. Muttering a curse under your breath, you get in his car, pulling the door shut firmly.Â
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âWhat do you mean thereâs only one room available?â
âWhatâs there to understand?â Leon asks, dangling the singular key in front of your face. âRooms are all booked out. Theyâre celebrating some special harvest festival according to the receptionist.â
âHarvest festival?â you echo, peering up at him. âYou gotta be fucking kidding me. Thatâs like the perfect cover for our unsub.â
âI would help,â he murmurs, nudging your shoulder gently to get you to step aside, âbut you wanted me to, what was it?â you roll your eyes when he snaps his fingers, pretending to think. âAh yes, stay the fuck outta your way.â
You snatch the key hanging from Leonâs finger, ignoring his aggrieved sigh as you push past him and stomp back down the stairs to the reception, ready to demand another room. All the receptionist does is give you an apologetic smile and offer you a discount. You swallow your pride as you trudge back up the stairs, doing your best to avoid Leonâs eyes when you find him leaning beside the roomâs door, his brows raising amusedly.
âI donât want to hear it,â you mutter, slotting the key into the lock.
Leon shrugs non-committally. âI wasnât going to say anything.â
The door is heavy as you push it open, Leonâs hand moving to keep it open for you as you step inside. You fumble in the darkness for the light switch at the same time Leon does, his strong, calloused fingers brushing over yours. Itâs enough to have an unwanted shiver running down your spine, warmth blooming in your chest and a flush settling high on your cheeks despite your stubborn annoyance with him.Â
âFuck me.â
You follow his gaze when he swears, taking in the lit room. Thereâs a shitty couch in one corner, a tiny area with a coffee machine and table, and⌠a bed.Â
âOkay,â you say slowly, staring at the one, pitiful bed you had been afforded. âGreat! So I think you should go and chew out the receptionist.â
âIâm not doing that,â Leon scoffs, bending down to take off his boots, his gun clattering against the table as he sets it down. âI can take the couch.â
You look back at the couch, brows furrowing. âThatâs really nice of you and all, Leon,â you begin, stepping further inside the small room, âbut I donât think youâre exactly going to fit.â
âYou care about me or something?â he drawls, looking over at you with a smile as he opens his duffle bag to pull out a towel and a set of clothes.Â
âGet over yourself. Iâm just worried about yourâŚâ you gesture towards him vaguely, âpotentially geriatric bones.â
Leon chokes on a laugh, his brows shooting up. âGeriatric? Iâm 49. My bones are in perfect working order.â
âRight, nevermind. You did break my chair.â
âI did you a favor,â he retorts, slinging the towel around the back of his neck. âIt was a hunk of junk.â
âIt was in perfect working condition!â you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest.
âDo you always defend inanimate objects with such passion?â Leon muses, stepping closer until heâs only a few inches away, head cocking to the side.
âWhen theyâre close to my heart, yes.â
âA chair is close to your heart?â
You decide to double down. âYes, Leon.â
âHuh,â he nods slowly, clicking his tongue. âYou got attachment issues?â
âDid my file not tell you that?â you smile up at him snarkily.
Leon grins, shaking his head. âIâm afraid I skipped over your psych eval.â
He turns, disappearing into the bathroom. You glare at the door and huff out a sigh, removing your shoes before grabbing the case file and flopping down on the bed tiredly. You flick through the pages absentmindedly, settling on the symbols carved onto the door. You hadnât seen anything remotely like it before and the database search youâd done earlier in the car had come up empty.Â
âFuck,â you mutter under your breath, glancing towards the bathroom.
Youâd exhausted all your options save for one. A reluctant groan leaves you as you stand, approaching the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe.Â
âHey, Leon?â you call out when you hear the spray of water come to a stop. âI⌠might have been a little difficult earlier,â your voice sounds strained, âbut if you could maybe take another look at the file, then I would⌠you know, probably appreciate it or whatever.â You swallow, face twisting with discomfort. âPlease?â
Leon laughs, the rich, deep sound seeping through the crevices. âDonât hurt yourself,â he says, sounding entirely too entertained by your attempt to ask him for help. âIâll take a look for you.â
You frown at the door, jolting when it swings open suddenly. A few wisps of steam escape, and you blink owlishly, finding yourself face-to-face with his bare chest. Itâs hard to keep your gaze from wandering over his exposed skin, a light dusting of hair covering his chest coupled with a few scars. A strange, gurgling noise escapes you when he shifts back to grab his towel, his broad, muscled back now visible to you. You sway, moving to grip the doorframe, knees feeling weak.Â
âYou okay?â Leon murmurs, glancing over at you as he ruffles his damp hair, brows furrowing.
âYes!â
Your voice is shrill, pitching up awkwardly until you clear your throat and give him an equally awkward smile.Â
âPerfectly fine,â you clarify, this time sounding breathless as you try and fail to not look down, inhaling sharply when you see his defined abdomen and the dark, coarse hair below his navel, disappearing into the waistband of his sweatpants.
âItâs just that you lookâŚâ you trail off, fingers itching to reach out and squeeze and touch. Hot. Attractive. Fuckable. Really fucking fuckable for a 49-year-old man. âLike shit,â you settle on, the words tumbling out of you in a strained manner as you force yourself to meet his eyes. âYouâ you look like shit, Leon.â You pat his shoulder jerkily. âUnfortunately.â
âRight, sure,â he says, his head tilting as he stares down at you, unconvinced. âYou really know how to flatter a man.â
âIâm charming like that,â you say, hands clasping behind your back.Â
Leon hums, and you stare back up at him, gaze flitting away for one moment to get a glimpse of his left hand. No ring. Perfect. You pinch yourself as soon as the thought comes.
âYou gonna let me out?â
âWhat?â
When Leon gestures towards you, you realize youâre still standing in front of him, blocking the way out. You move to the side sheepishly, pushing the case file into his chest quickly before locking yourself in the bathroom.
You let out an embarrassed groan once youâre in the shower, burying your face into your hands. What the fuck was wrong with you? There was no way that all it took was some dorky, attractive, older man to have you feeling out of sorts. A dull ache flares between your thighs at the thought of Leon, fingers sneaking past your folds to rub at your traitorously swollen clit. It doesnât take much, just the image of his body pressed against yours, his arms wrapped around you, mouth pressed against your ear while he gruntsâ
You cum with a muffled whine. Scrubbing the rest of your mortification off of your skin with soap, you dry off, slipping into a pair of sleep shorts and a hoodie. You pad out of the bathroom to find Leon sitting at the table â thankfully with a shirt on â a few containers of food littered across its surface while heâs hunched over his laptop.
âHey,â he greets when he sees you, gaze travelling over you briefly before turning his laptop towards you. âI had a look. Your guy might be part of a cult,â Leon brings up another image, showing it to you, âtheyâre not the exact same, but similar enough. Might be worth looking into.â
âCult? Thatâs fun,â you murmur, dropping into the chair beside him, watching as he runs his hair through his hair. âThank you for taking a look, and the food.â
His brows raise. âThose might be the most sincere words to come out of you today.â
âShut up,â you say, although a small smile pulls at your lips.
Dinner is quick as you both make a plan for tomorrow â visit the local PD, check out the crime scene and investigate a few related areas of interest. Leon settles down on the couch soon after, adjusting his pillow a few times before grunting as he tries to get comfortable. You were right, he doesnât fit. He looks so awfully crammed, knees bent and back hunched at an awkward angle that even you feel bad about it.
âLeon,â you say exasperatedly, âwe can both fit on the bed. That canât be good for your back.â
âThis is fine,â he replies stubbornly, shifting onto his back uncomfortably, arm hanging off the edge. âIâve slept in worse places.â
âI canât deal with you complaining about your back tomorrow,â you say, gesturing towards the bed. You lay down, squirming to the side to make space. âSee? You can have the other side.â
âYou sure your boyfriend wonât mind?â
âWhat?â you ask confusedly, sitting up on your elbows. âI donât have a boyfriend.â
Leon grunts as he gets to his feet, dropping down onto the bed without further protests. Itâs a tight fit, but you both manage, a sliver of space left between your bodies. You stare up at the ceiling, lips pursing, feeling antsy.Â
âDid youâŚâ you glance over at him, feeling entirely too bold for your own good, âdid you ask because you were interested?â
He stares back, brows raising. âInterested in what?â
âIn what?â you repeat irritably, âare you seriously playing dumb?â
Leon smiles back at you, shrugging lazily. âI have no idea what youâre talking about. Maybe if you clarified what it was you wanted from meââ
âI donât want anything from you!â you sputter, flushing hot. The bed creaks as you flop onto your side, facing away from him. âYouâre old and weird and infuriating andââ
âI feel like youâre avoiding my better qualities.â
âFuck you.â
âYeah, I know you want to, baby.â
Itâs a miracle your neck doesnât snap with how fast you turn to look at him.Â
âMay I remind you that this,â you gesture between your bodies wildly, âis a professional relationship?â
âYeah?â Leon murmurs, raising his brows, âis that why you got off in the shower? Rubbed one out to make yourself feel better âbout liking me?â He looks unfazed when your jaw slackens, tapping the wall behind his head. âThin walls.â
âThat is none of your business.â You lean closer, eyes narrowing in an attempt to hide your growing embarrassment. âHR is going to have a fucking field day with you.â
You flop back onto your side, trying to put some distance between you, but thereâs such a little space on the bed that you end up half-dangling over the edge. Leon doesnât say anything, the silence between you thick and stretching on uncomfortably until you sit up, turning to face him.
He stares back at you, the bed creaking softly as he shifts, folding an arm under his head. His shirt stretches tight, thick bicep flexed and the sight is enough to make you lose your last nerve.Â
Your hand cups his jaw, head dipping to press a kiss to his lips. Itâs meant to be quick, fleeting, to get whatever the fuck you have bottled up inside of you. Leon doesnât seem to agree as he returns your kiss roughly, stubble scratching against your skin, his hand moving to cup the back of your head, blocking your escape.
âWhereâre you going?â he murmurs, lips brushing over yours.
âThisââ you whine softly when he kisses the underside of your jaw, fingers tightening into his shirt. âThis is a bad idea.â
âI happen to be full of those.â
âYouâre so fucking corny,â you groan, mouth dropping open as he trails kisses along your jaw lazily.
His lips are soft, calloused fingers massaging your scalp whilst an arm slides around your waist to pull you into his side. Another whine escapes you, head tipping towards him as his hand wanders under the hem of your hoodie, hot skin drifting over your waist and higher, his thumb grazing the curve of your breast.
âAnd youâre a fucking brat,â Leon says, watching your expressions closely as you whine and pant, pulling him towards you for another kiss, arms wrapping around his neck tightly.Â
He groans into your mouth, lips slotting over yours feverishly, his hand squeezing at the back of your neck. You squirm, throwing your leg over his hip, mewling when he licks into your mouth. Leonâs a good kisser, you think dazedly as his tongue strokes against yours in a filthy motion that has heat blistering in your stomach. His hand moves, circling around the front of your throat, squeezing gently.
You blink up at him hazily when he pulls away, lips slick with spit and pupils blown out. A smile spreads across your lips as you arch into him, hands sliding up over his strong forearm, fingers wrapping around his wrist.
âYou can squeeze harder,â you whisper, pressing his fingers into your skin harder, gasping when he grants your request, eyes rolling back as the pressure around your throat constricts.
âThatâs a little fucked up, baby,â Leon breathes out, watching as you writhe and suck in a ragged breath, his brows furrowing.Â
His brows raise when you glare at him, leaning over you to let his nose nudge against yours, kissing you gently before he tightens his grip a little more, drawing out a choked noise from you. Thereâs a heady fog settling over your mind the more he keeps you from barely breathing, something slow and syrupy creeping into the crevices of your brain as he presses a kiss to your cheek. Heâs letting go before long though, brushing the pad of his thumb over your lips roughly.Â
âI can handle it,â you mumble hoarsely, head tipping as he massages your throat, huffing out a breath when he laughs against your cheek.
âYeah?â Leon rasps, his gaze darkening when you suck his thumb into your mouth, tongue swirling around the digit needily, head lifting as you feign bobbing your head. âWhat, you want me to put you in your place or something? Is that what you need?â
The idea is appealing. Youâve been strung tight for months, between work and the never-ending cases that were stacking up on your desk, you hadnât exactly gotten much time to yourself, to wind-down from the constant wear and tear brought about by the commitments demanded from you by the FBI.
âMaybe,â you say slowly, looking away. âI donât know. I guess I just want some⌠attention or whatever.â
âFrom me?â Leon says, his fingers sliding over your jaw to guide your gaze back to him. âYour way of asking for attention is acting bratty?â
âI donât know!â you sputter, pushing at his chest, feeling shy.Â
âOh, thatâs cute,â he coos, smiling down at you. âDonât worry, sweetheart, Iâll give you all the attention you fuckinâ need.â
You squeak when he moves suddenly, sitting up before heâs dragging you towards him, maneuvering you until you're bent over his lap. A whimper is punched out of you when he squeezes the fat of your ass through your shorts, lashes fluttering when each consecutive grope grows rougher until it stings lightly.
âGuess if youâre into choking, you should be into something like this,â Leon murmurs thoughtfully, squeezing your ass greedily. ââs been a while since Iâve done this with someone.â
âSince youâveâ ahâ groped someone?â you ask, hips wiggling when his touches disappear, ass lifting involuntarily to chase after his touch.
âKissed, touched,â he sucks in a sharp breath, âgroped⌠fucked.â
You glance at him over your shoulder, brows raising curiously. âCan you still get it up?â
A sharp yelp escapes you when his hand comes down on your ass, hard and punishing. It stings, the pain spreading out over your ass unforgivingly. You try and glare at him but his hand is coming down again, landing another heavy spank to your other ass cheek.Â
âIt was just a question!â you protest, squeaking when he spanks you again and again, eyes squeezing shut as the red-hot pain spreads over your ass, the ache in your pussy beginning to burrow deeper.
âI know,â Leon murmurs, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts. âDo you want me to stop?â
You pout into the sheets, voice quiet. âNo.â
He huffs out a soft laugh, tapping your hip. You lift them, letting him tug your shorts down, mewling softly when he squeezes your ass, his fingers dipping past your panties, stretching them before letting them snap back against your skin.
âCute panties,â he says, his hand rubbing over your stinging ass, fingers sneaking between your thighs, brushing over the drenched, ruined fabric. âToo bad youâve made them all messy, baby. So fucking wet for me. You like my hand on your ass?â
âYes,â you grumble, glaring at the wall. âStop asking stupid questions, you jerk.â
You jolt when he spanks you, letting out an agitated breath when his hand palms over ass before coming down again in several repeated motions. A whimper escapes you when pleasure bleeds through your body, teeth sinking into your lower lip when the pace of Leonâs slaps quicken. It hurts but feels so good all the same, your thighs trying to squeeze together with how uncomfortably wet your pussy is becoming.
âDonâtâ fuck! Donât stop,â you mewl, arching your back, tears prickling at your eyes. âLeonâ please ahââ
âPlease?â Leon echoes, âlook at that, youâre back to being polite. Good fuckinâ girl.â
You whine in agreement, nodding dazedly as you look back at him, unfocused eyes finding his lopsided smile, heart fluttering in your chest. You reach back for him, hand fighting his shirt, lips parting, eyes slipping shut when he leans towards you, head dropping to kiss you deeply, his fingers squeezing at your ass gently.
âYou gonna stop being a brat? Hm? You wanna be my good girl, baby?â Leon rasps against your lips, stealing another soft kiss, his hands still palming at the blistering flesh of your ass, squeezing every now and again to force a pitiful whine out of you. He clicks his tongue when you slur, nose nudging against yours gently. âI asked you a question, sweetheart. Use your words for me.â
âYes,â you manage out, pushing your ass back into his greedy, awaiting palm, a few stray tears dripping down your cheeks. ââm gonna beâ nghhâ âm gonna be your good girl, Leon.â
âYeah?â he breathes out, voice sounding rough as his thumb strokes over your cheek, wiping away the tears. âMy sweet, pretty girl.â
âItâ it hurts,â you babble, jerking in his lap when he rains an unsuspecting slap down onto your ass, teary eyes rolling back when his fingers slip between your thighs suddenly, rubbing at your swollen, aching clit through the dampened fabric of your panties. âLeonâ ah fuck!â
âI know it does,â he soothes, pressing harder against your clit until your legs kick up, âbut you asked for this, baby. Remember? You came up to me all pretty and said you wanted attention.â
âStop being mean,â you hiccup, leaning into his palm when he offers it to you, nuzzling into the warm, rough skin.
âMean?â Leon whispers, ââm taking care of you, sweetheart.â He hums as he wipes away the saliva beading at the corner of your mouth, spreading it over your lips before his thumb presses down more firmly, a grunt of satisfaction leaving him when your lips part obediently. âThere you go,â he breathes out, âsuck on my thumb while I play with this needy, little pussy, baby.â
You whine, fingers clinging to his wrist as you suck lazily, tongue swirling around his thumb. His fingers rub against your wet panties, drawing out a soft mewl from you as he pets your clothed pussy.
âYou can take them off,â you mumble around his thumb, biting gently before sucking again, happy to have your mouth occupied. âWant you to touch me.â
âI kinda like âem on,â Leon murmurs, his fingers grabbing at your thighs before they move, slipping past the waistband. âBesides, I can touch you like this.â
Your eyes flutter shut when his fingers glide through your sticky, puffy folds, breath hitching while Leon groans when he feels your wet pussy. His fingers are thicker than yours, slipping over the soft skin before the calloused pads find your clit. Your thighs twitch, toes curling when he starts to rub your clit using slow, measured circles.
âIs this how you do it?â he asks, leaning down to kiss your cheek. âDid you play with your clit til you came in the shower?â
âMhm,â you nod, peering up at him, lashes fluttering. You lap at his thumb, tongue flicking against the tip playfully, letting him watch.Â
âFuck,â Leon rumbles, his thumb brushing over your bottom teeth before rubbing against your tongue. âSo fuckinâ gorgeous, sweetheart. Look at you.â
You smile, lips wrapping back around his thumb soon after, eyes rolling back when his fingers leave your clit to play with your fluttering hole. A long whine leaves you when he circles your hole teasingly, the tip of a finger pressing in briefly before he draws them back out to rub at your clit.
âPut âem in,â you mewl, hips beginning to roll against his hand, one of your hands squirming underneath you to try and move his wrist. âLeon,â you grumble, pulling his thumb out of your mouth when he tries to press against your tongue again. âPut âem in.â
âWhat happened to being polite?â he muses, dipping his finger in again and then pulling it out.Â
âIf you put âem in, Iâll be polite,â you reply, blinking up at him sweetly, a smug smile on your face.
Leon laughs, watching as your mouth drops open when he finally inches one finger inside of your clenching pussy, beginning to slowly fuck it in and out of you.
âGo on then,â he coaxes, âbeg all pretty for me, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.â
âPâ nghhâ please fuck me with your fingers,â you whimper, fingers moving to rub at your throbbing clit. âPlease, Leon? Wantâ fuckâ want another finger.â
He doesnât make you beg any further, sinking another finger into you. You shove your face into the sheets, hips wiggling back to meet the thrust of his fingers, your fingers quickening their pace against your clit.Â
âTaking me so good,â Leon murmurs, using his other hand to spread you open. You flush, feeling entirely too exposed as he stares down at your pussy stretching around his fingers. âPretty fuckinâ pussy just sucking my fingers in.â
Your walls flutter around his fingers at that, hand reaching out for him blindly, fingers managing to curl into his shirt. You yank him down, mumbling something incoherent around his lips before dragging him down further, lips pressing against his. You moan into his mouth when he starts thrusting his fingers in and out of you harder, curling them just right.Â
âLeon,â you pant against his mouth, biting his lower lip before tugging it. Leon groans, his fingers scissoring before you moan again, lapping at his lips. His eyes roll back when your lips find his neck, head tipping to bare more of it to you until you manage to move, crawling up onto his lap, his fingers slipping out of you momentarily.
His back hits the bed when you push at his chest, his fingers finding your pussy again, thumb rubbing at your clit while his fingers sink back inside. You shove your face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in with a mewl, pawing at his firm chest as you let your hips drop, fucking yourself on his fingers.
âYou gonna do that on my cock?â Leon moans, his fingers tangling in your hair when you kiss his neck feverishly, teeth scraping against his throat, the action enough to draw a hoarse growl from him. âGonna ride my cock like youâre riding my fingers, gorgeous?â
âYeah,â you murmur against his neck, latching onto his skin and sucking, all with the intent of leaving a mark of your own, like he had done on your ass. âWannaâ ahhhâ wanna ride your cock, Leon.â
âFuck,â he mutters, an arm clamping around your waist to hold you flush against him, his thumb pressing against your clit harder, the lewd noises of your pussy growing louder with every snap of his wrist. âYouâre gonna drive me fucking insane.â
You smile against his throat, kissing the underside of his jaw when his throat bobs uncertainly.
âWe havenât even fucked yet,â you whisper, fingers slipping into his hair, pulling at the strands to make him expose his neck further, drawing out a pretty whine from his lips. âThink you can handle me?â
Your smile fades when his fingers pull out of you suddenly, a sharp yelp leaving you when he grabs your hips and manhandles you onto your stomach, the fabric of your panties tearing loudly as he rips them off of you and pulls your ass into the air.Â
âThose were comfy!â you protest, glaring at him. âLeon?â you jolt when he slaps your ass hard, pulling your asscheeks apart. âLeon, waitâ ah fuck!â
You squeal when he buries his face between your thighs, lurching forward unsteadily on your knees, hands grabbing out for the pillows. Heâs ruthless, tongue gliding through your warm folds, drinking down your slick with a rough growl, his hands squeezing at your hips, tugging you back onto his mouth when you try and squirm away. The stubble on his cheeks and jaw isnât helping, scratching against your skin deliciously as he nips and spits onto your cunt.
âWhere the fuck do you think youâre going?â he snaps lowly, biting punishingly into your thigh when you try kicking at his chest. âHuh?â
âI didnâtââ your leg jerks when Leon bites the back of your thigh, fingers curling into the pillows tightly when he bites the fat of your ass soon after, tongue laving over the bite.
âYou didnât what?â Leon asks, thumb finding your swollen bud, his tongue drifting over the inner crease of your thigh, barely shy of your aching pussy. âYou didnât mean it, is that it, baby?â he drawls, wet fingers rubbing over your pussy.Â
âYes!â you choke out, hand slapping against the pillow when he sucks your clit into his mouth lazily, his nose pressing into your pussy, rough hands massaging your ass. âIâ nghhhhâ I didnât mean it, Leon.â
âOh, I think you did,â he sighs heavily, feigning disappointment. He clicks his tongue condescendingly. âI thought you were being my sweet girl, but turns out youâve just got one hell of a mean streak. Just canât help being a bit bratty, can you, pretty baby?â
âIâm not a brat,â you wail, shoving your face into the pillows the same time he presses his face into your pussy.
You donât think anyoneâs touched you like this before, let alone used their mouth like this. Leonâs strong, his hands clamping down onto you to keep you in place as he flicks his tongue over your clit, teeth scraping over the sensitive bud. You drool messily, whimpering and whining as he laps at your cunt, his tongue prodding against your hole.
âOh fuck,â you whisper, glancing behind you, eyes wide to find Leon looking at you hungrily, his gaze dark and feral. You swallow nervously, thighs twitching when he kisses the curve of your ass. âLeon, Leonâ oh fuck!â
A squeal escapes you when he presses his tongue into your clenching cunt, eyes squeezing shut so tightly that you feel dizzy, hips pressing back needily to meet the movements of his tongue. He fucks it into you, head tilting as he holds you against his mouth, a hand moving under your hoodie to stroke over the length of your back.Â
You arch, mewling, hips swaying dazedly as he caresses your pussy with his tongue. A soft, ragged moan leaves you when his mouth moves, returning to your clit, toes curling when he presses his fingers back into you.
âYou sound so pretty falling apart on my tongue,â Leon murmurs, rubbing his tongue over your clit with a groan, his fingers crooking inside of you. âYou gonna cum, baby? Pretty pussyâs clenching around my fingers.â
âNghhhââ you slur into the pillows, trying and failing to keep your eyes open, your lids drooping shut when his fingers press against that spot inside of you, his fingers rubbing over it with just the right amount of pressure.Â
His stubble brushes against the backs of your thighs, lips soft as he trails hot kisses all over your skin. Your hips jerk when he fucks his fingers into you harder and faster, the pressure in your lower stomach growing greater. When his mouth latches back onto you, you moan loudly, knees beginning to buckle.
âFuck! âm gonna cumâ âm gonna fucking cum, Leon,â you whine, hugging the pillow to your chest, a sharp breath of air leaving you.
âCum then, sweetheart,â he whispers, âbe a good girl and cum for me.â
You cry out when he sucks harder on your clit, his face pressing harder into you, nose buried into your pussy. Leon groans loudly, the vibration shooting up through you, making your pussy clench around his fingers tightly. Your body trembles, knees giving out finally when his tongue flicks at your clit, another moan tearing its way out of your throat as you cum.
âThatâs it,â Leon snarls, managing to hold you up despite your arms feeling rubber. âCum just like that. Good girl. Good fuckinâ girl.â
You whimper, still twitching as he laps at your cunt gently, tongue sweeping over your folds as he slurps down your slick, his thumb rubbing against your clit to draw out the final waves of your orgasm while his fingers slow their pace inside of you before pulling out completely.
Leonâs body is hot when he hovers above you, his hands brushing away the sweaty hair clinging to your skin, head dipping to press soft kisses to your cheek, his stubble oddly soothing as it rubs along your skin.
âYou okay?â he asks softly, hands drifting down over your back, squeezing your waist soothingly, hands petting at your still reddened and slightly bruised ass. âI guess Iâve been a little pent up.â
âA little?â you murmur, fingers sliding into his hair when he kisses your neck. âI think youâre more than a little pent up, Leon.â
He grunts in agreement, dropping another kiss to your neck before laying down on his back, letting out a heavy breath.Â
âI havenât exactly had time to relax,â he sighs, âtoo many fucking responsibilities ever since Raccoon City.â
You hum, sitting up, arms still a little wobbly. Leon watches you, his eyes tracking your every movement. You smile at him, eyes twinkling, fingers hooking into the hem of your hoodie before you pull it up over your head, tossing it to the side. He sucks in a sharp breath when he sees your breasts, hand reaching out before he pauses mid-reach. You take his hand, pulling it toward your breast, smile growing wider when he squeezes.
âAre my tits helping you relax?â you ask innocently, hands landing on his chest as you swing a leg over his hip, straddling him.
âGuess so,â Leon says, his other hand joining the fray, squeezing your untouched breast. âPretty fuckinâ tits, sweetheart.â
Your eyes flutter shut as you let him play with your tits, distracted momentarily by the way his fingers move â pinching and tugging, thumb sweeping over your hardened nipples. Itâs when you shift on his lap that you become aware of how hard his cock is, hips rolling against the clothed length.
âTo answer your question,â he murmurs, tracing the curve of your breast, gently cupping one in his hand, thumb stroking over the soft flesh. âI can, in fact, still get it up.â
You snort, unable to stop the laugh that bubbles out of you. Leon grins back, his head tilting as he peers up at you, hands sliding down over your sides to grab your waist.
âI didnât doubt you for a second,â you breathe out, voice laced with amusement, your hands beginning to pull at his shirt. He helps you, lifting his arms so that youâre able to pull it up over his head easily. âYou do look pretty good for a 49-year-old.â
You lean forward, kissing him gently before you trail kisses down his neck and over his chest, lips brushing over his thick pecs. Leon sighs, his eyes slipping shut, a hand cupping the back of your head as you continue to lay his skin with kisses. You kiss his scars tentatively, squirming lower to kiss his abdomen, tongue darting out to trace the defined ridges of his abdomen.
âYou tryna make me cum?â Leon rasps, half-lidded eyes watching you as you bite at his side playfully.
âThat is a priority, yes,â you say, following the trail of coarse hair that lies under his navel and the thick bulge laying further down.
His hands in your hair tighten when you nuzzle into his sweatpants, nose brushing against the fabric. When you breathe in, you can smell him, all heady and musky and arousal is seeping into your bones once more, mouth sucking at his clothed cock.
âAs much fuckâ I would like that,â he grumbles, hips bucking when you mouth at him again, spit dampening his sweatpants, âIâll cum if you put your mouth on me, baby.â
âJust one suck,â you mumble stubbornly, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down.Â
Your eyes widen when his cock bobs heavily, struggling with its own weight. You swallow, blinking dazedly as you take in the length and the thickness and the heavy balls that sit underneath. The tip is flushed angrily, darkened and dripping with globs of pre-cum that donât seem to stop, his cock twitching when you lean towards it slowly.
âItâs big,â you whisper, glancing up at Leon before your eyes find his cock again, pussy beginning to throb as you imagine the stretch. âReally fucking big. Youâreâ youâre that hard for me?â
Leon grunts, his hand wrapping around his cock, giving it a quick pump. âYeah, just for you, sweet girl.â He pumps it again, holding his cock towards you. âYou said you wanted a taste, go âhead, pretty baby.â
You donât need any further invitation, licking your lips hungrily, tongue lolling out. You drag your tongue along the hot length of his cock, feeling the smooth skin and saltiness of his pre-cum. Leon groans, his hips bucking again, another glob of pre-cum dribbling out. You lean forward just in time, catching it on your tongue before your lips wrap around his thick cock.
âFuckâ fuck, baby,â Leon moans, twitching underneath you as you bob your head, beginning to suck. âYour mouthâ hahâ fuckkk.â
You peer up at him, eyes glittering as you let your tongue swirl around the head before you pull off, pressing a wet, sticky kiss to the tip of his cock.Â
âDonât do that,â he mutters hoarsely, shaking his head, âdonât fucking kiss my cock like youâre fucking in love with it.â
You do it again, brows raising when his cock twitches, looking over to find his hand clenched into the sheets, knuckles nearly white.Â
âI think you like it,â you tease, moving to wrap your hand around his cock, stroking it slowly. âAnd⌠I think your cock likes it too.â
âFuck me,â he growls, head tipping back when you take his cock back into your mouth, sucking and slurping lewdly. He groans and grunts through it, eyes peeling open to watch you swallow around his cock, your pupils blown wide with lust.
When his head lolls to the side, you take your chance, head dipping before he can stop you to suck one of his balls into your mouth. He tastes so dizzyingly nice, spit beginning to leak from the corners of your mouth. Leonâs cock kicks and you land one last kiss to the tip before heâs pulling you up towards him, muffling your whine with a messy kiss.
âWanna ride it,â you mumble against his lips, worming closer, breasts squishing up against his firm chest.
Leon doesnât answer, too busy tipping your head up by your chin to kiss you again, stealing your breath. You paw at his chest, fingers finally latching onto his thick biceps. Squeezing, you moan into his mouth when his tongue strokes against yours, arms wrapping around his neck as he pulls back up onto his lap.Â
Your hips roll, bare pussy gliding along the length of his cock, the tip catching on your newly swollen clit, making you twitch. He refuses to let up with the kisses, groaning into your mouth when you pull at his hair, feverishly swallowing up every little noise that bleeds from your throat.
âYeah?â he breathes out finally, head tipping back for a moment as he catches his breath, calloused hands squeezing at your hips. âYou wanna bounce on it? Hm? This needy pussy of yours need a fat cock to keep it happy, baby?â
âMhm,â you nod, biting your lip, arousal blistering over your skin, lust beginning to cloud your thoughts once more. You press closer, lips brushing against his ear as though telling him a secret. âIt needs your fat cock, Leon.â
âCâmere,â he mutters roughly, moving you up onto your knees, hand grasping the base of his cock to hold it steady for you. âSink down on it, sweetheart.â
You shift, lowering yourself slowly, letting out a muffled gasp when you start to take his cock, the head of it already beginning to stretch out your pussy as it bullies its way past your entrance.
ââs just so fucking thick,â you moan softly, peering up at him.
Leon hums, his thumb stroking over your lower lip while his other hand strokes over your hip soothingly.
âYou got it, baby,â he smiles, dropping a kiss to the corner of your mouth. âYou took my fingers and my mouth so fucking good. Only got a few inches left, yeah?â
Your brows furrow as you bite your lip harder, gasping when you finally take all of him, pussy fluttering around his cock wildly in an attempt to adjust to his sheer size. You feel so full, so much so that you think you can feel him in your stomach.
âGood fuckinâ girl,â Leon whispers, his arms wrapping around your waist as he leans against the headboard of the bed. âTake what you need from me, sweetheart. âs all yours.â
âLeon,â you mewl, dragging out the syllables of his name, whimpering against his mouth when he kisses your cheek. âI⌠I canât,â you say, flushing hot, âitâs too big, I donâtââ
âGood girls donât give up,â he breathes out, hands moving to squeeze at your waist, ânot to mention you were so headstrong earlier. Whereâs that attitude now, baby?â
âYou fucked it outta me,â you retort poutily, shoving your face into the crook of his neck.Â
âAnd to think you said I was old and weirdâ shit, babyââ
You relish in the loud, guttural groan he lets out when the walls of your pussy squeeze around him. Nuzzling closer, you kiss the spot under his ear before your hips move, rocking and rolling in a lazy rhythm as you get used to his size.Â
âIâm not giving up,â you murmur, glancing up at him as he watches you, head tipping back when his hand moves up over your breasts, slipping between them to wrap around your throat.Â
âAtta girl.â
Leon squeezes and you moan, grabbing his wrist as your knees dig into the bedding, hips beginning to rise and fall. He pulls you into a sloppy kiss, growling into your mouth, panting as his tongue slips over yours messily, his thumb prying your mouth open. You pant, tongue lolling out as you ride his cock, the bed creaking from your motions as you fuck yourself on his cock needily.
âFuckinâ gorgeous,â Leon rasps, watching you with dark eyes, his hair messy and hanging over one side of his face. âSo fuckinâ gorgeous, sweetheart.â
You smile at him dopily, breath slowing when his hand tightens, starting to cut off your intake of oxygen. His nose nudges against yours, breath hot as he kisses you, lips working against yours eagerly until his grip loosens, letting you suck in a breath.
âYou trust me that much?â Leon asks, smiling back at you with a feral look in his eyes when your hand wraps around his throat. âYou think thatâs a good idea, sweetheart? You wanna choke me out while you ride my cock?â
âOh, you can take it,â you whisper, tightening your grip. Your movements donât slow, thighs smacking against his as you bounce on his lap, your hand landing on his shoulder for leverage as you drop yourself down on his cock harder, setting a firmer rhythm. âHeard youâ ahhâ kicked ass back at Rhodes Hill.â
He grins, eyes glinting, a ragged noise leaving him when you pant into his mouth, licking at his lips.Â
âYeah, I still hahâ got it,â Leon muses, hands squeezing at your ass.Â
Your brows furrow when his grip tightens, a moan punched out of you when he grips your hips starting to lift you, using you as he fucks you on his cock.Â
âThatâs it,â he drawls, controlling the rhythm and you, his forehead pressing against yours as he jerks you up and down his thick, throbbing cock. âTake my fat fuckinâ cock, baby. Cute, little pussyâs just swallowing me up.â
You whimper, hand sliding to cup the nape of his neck, your bodies moving together as his cock carves its way through your pussy, nestling against that spot before it glides out and drives back in. His chest is pressed against yours, firm muscle pressed against your soft breasts, the coarse thatch of hair at the base of his cock rubbing along your clit.Â
âHarder,â you whisper, eyes finding his, hips starting to sway back to meet his thrusts when he plants his feet into the bed, knees bending as he fucks his cock up into you. âWant itâ nghhâ harder, Leon.â
âThat might strain my joints, baby,â he says softly, smiling up at you when you huff out an annoyed breath. âWhat? You were concerned about my bones.â
âFuck your bones,â you groan, pushing at his chest, squirming off of his lap onto your hands and knees, ass swaying up into the air. You look back at him over your shoulder, hand worming between your thighs to spread yourself open for him, wet, dripping pussy all on display for him. ââm so empty,â you whisper, voice lilting. âFill me up?â You bat your lashes, âplease?â
Leon mutters a low curse, his chest heaving as he rises up onto his knees, using your ankle to pull you toward him, his hand stroking his cock with uneven motions, knuckles tightening when he sees the slick webbing between your puffy folds and clinging to your thighs.
Youâre half-expecting some witty remark, but all Leon does is brush a rough kiss to your shoulder, grunting into your ear before heâs notching the head of his cock against your aching pussy and driving his cock into you.
âTooâ fuck! Too fast!â you squeal when he starts thrusting hard and fast, the bed beginning to rock with every snap of his hips.
âBut you said you were empty,â Leon rumbles into your ear, ââm just filling up this needy, pretty fucking cunt for you, sweetheart. So stop squirming,â his hand clamps down on your hips, âand fucking take it.â
You wail into the room, thrashing under him when his hips smack into your ass, balls slapping against your throbbing clit, the lewd noises echoing through the small space. He draws moan after moan out of you, his cock pounding into your pussy unforgivingly. You think you can feel it in your throat, his fat cock sliding through your gripping, fluttering walls.Â
Leonâs body is draping over your back, his mouth settling right next to your ear as he grunts and groans. Your toes curl, back arching when he pushes down on the small of your back, his breathing ragged as he grinds his impossibly thick cock into you.
âFuck,â you mewl, spying his flexed bicep near your head, drool pooling into your mouth. Your head tilts as the muscle bulges, all inhibitions lost when you follow the line of his arm to stare hazily at his veiny forearm. You lean towards his bicep, teeth sinking into the thick muscle with a moan.
Leonâs breath hitches, his hips stuttering for a moment when he realizes youâve bit him before his thrusts start up again, his hot, heavy cock pounding back into your needy pussy. You lick his bicep, tongue laving over his warm skin, eyes rolling back when his arm moves, wrapping around your throat, his bicep pressed up against the side of your neck.
âYou keepâ fuckâ staring at my arms, sweetheart,â Leon rasps, grinning against your cheek when you let out a choked moan, his breath cut off by a low moan of his own. âIs this what you need? A strong arm wrapped around your throat, fat cock pounding into your needy cunt and sweet, little kisses?â He punctuates his question by kissing your temple.
âIâ nghhhâ need you,â you whine, feeling dazed as he drops his weight onto you a little more, enough so that you can feel every inch of him against your back.Â
You canât really do anything but take it, his skin slapping against yours and breath rough in your ear. When his fingers move, finding your clit to rub the swollen bud, you whimper, clutching the sheets, nails raking against the fabric as the string of pleasure draws tighter.
ââm gonna cum,â you say hoarsely, cunt clenching around his cock desperately. âLeonâ Leon, Leon, Leon!â
ââm right here, baby,â Leon whispers, kissing your cheek, âtaking my cock so well. Doing soâ fuckâ good for me, yeah? Cum whenever you want, sweet girl, Iâve got you.â
Your body jerks when his fingers rub against your clit faster, a ragged scream erupting from you as you cum violently. Leon swears, his grip on you faltering, the arm on your throat drawing away as you twitch on his cock, grasping at the sheets, at the pillows until Leon offers you his hand.
Your fingers lace together with his and you squeeze tightly, gasping uncontrollably until his mouth finds yours, capturing your lips in a kiss. You whimper into his mouth, knees weak and thighs tired, your death-grip on his hand loosening when he soothes you with soft kisses. Your pussy clenches and Leon groans into your mouth, his hips jerking forward unevenly.
ââm gonna cum too, pretty baby,â he grunts, fingers pushing at your ass gently, hips beginning to pull away. âGreedy, little pussyâs clenching around me too tight, I canâtââ
âInside,â you mumble, letting your hips sway back tiredly, trying to swallow down the length of his cock. âCum inside.â
âThatâsâ shitttâ a bad idea, baby,â Leon groans, his head dropping forward to rest against your shoulder as his hips rock into you, pace stuttering.
You can feel his cock throb and twitch, a soft mewl escaping you. âYou said you were full of bad ideas.â
Leon lets out a startled laugh, his breath coming out in short, choppy bursts. âI didâ hahhhâ I did say that. Take my cum then, sweetheart, gonna flood this perfect fuckinâ cunt with cum.â
He grips your hips, thrusting forward with a hard drive of his cock. Leon swears under his breath, his hips jerking into your ass as he cums, cock kicking and throbbing as hot, thick cum floods your pussy.
You let out a contented noise when he moans into your ear, low and guttural, the sound making you feel warm. His softening cock slips out after a few moments and Leon pulls himself away from you, the bed protesting under the weight of you both. You curl up into his side, head dropping over his chest, eyes drooping when you feel the steady beat of his heart.
Leonâs hand settles on your head, stroking over your hair lazily as he pants, chest rising and falling.
âDo you feel relaxed?â you murmur, peering up at him with a sleepy smile.
âI feel fucked out,â Leon mutters, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek, rubbing at the spot of drool that had pooled at the corner of your mouth. âYou did a number on me, sweetheart.â
âI aim to please.â
He laughs, hauling you closer and you smile, kissing the underside of his jaw. âYou went above and beyond, I can tell you that much.â
You snort, arms wrapping around his neck. âAm I gonna get that in writing?â
âIâll think about it,â Leon murmurs, his fingers slipping under your chin to tip your head, lips pressing against yours. You hum into the kiss, fingers tangling in his soft hair, a quiet noise leaving you as he squeezes your ass.
When Leon pulls away, you chase after his lips, eyes fluttering shut when he returns your kiss just as eagerly, your thigh hooking over his hip, brows furrowing when you feel his cock against your thigh.
You look down, cheeks flushing when you find his spent cock beginning to harden, the fat length bobbing gently as it fills out.
âAlready?â you murmur, sighing softly when he leaves stubbly kisses along your jaw.
âWhat can I say?â Leon whispers, his hips bucking when your hand wraps around his hardening cock. âYou uh⌠bring out the best in me, I guess.â
You raise your brows, unable to stop the wide smile that spreads across your face. âYour best attribute is your cock? Thatâs a little disappointing.â
He grins, groaning when you kiss his pec.Â
âYou didnât seem to think it was disappointing when I fucked you with it.â
âIt is nice,â you acquiesce, head tipping back as he leans into you, trailing hot kisses down your neck, his hips beginning to rock lazily, meeting the strokes of your hand.
âI do have other nice, non-sexual attributes,â Leon says, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb stroking over your skin gently. Thereâs a light flush settled on his cheeks and he clears his throat, sucking in a soft breath when you squeeze his cock. âMaybe youâd like to find out sometime?â
Your smile softens, affection beginning to creep in through the cracks of your ribs. Leaning forward, you kiss him gently.
I'm baaaaaack. Is it because I've been playing way too much Resident Evil and felt the need to indulge in actually posting the 9000 fanfics burning holes in my hard drive? Maybe.
cw: fem!reader, explicit smut/MDNI, fingering, squirting, Draken calls reader "good girl" and "baby," mentions of aftercare because Draken is a king. not proofread, i got excited. | wc: 715
Iâm a firm believer that Draken is proficient at making you squirt. He will have no âI canât, Ken,â or âIâve never done that.â Nope. When you meet Draken, heâll be sure to have your sheets ruined in a matter of seconds.
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âThatâs a good girl, câmon, gimme another.â
Heâs got you on your back near the edge of the bed. He instructed you to hold your legs open, but by now your grip was slacking behind your knees after having just made a mess of the duvet underneath you. It was like nothing you had ever felt before.
Draken was still only using his fingers, two plunged inside your cunt and curled upward to press the pads of his fingers to the one spot that was sure to make you cum a little harder than normal. You had half a mind to wonder how he even knew about that spot if it werenât for the fact that he grew up in a brothel.Â
Some would call that cheating, but to Draken it only means he gets to open the door to this new wonderful pleasure that he enjoys just as much as you presently do. Your chest heaved, trying to swallow air as fast as you moaned it out. Your thighs started to shake, wet and shiny from your own release, but Draken wanted you drenched, soaked down to the core.Â
âKeep those legs open fâme, baby,â he cooed, using his free hand to hold you down at your abdomen while his occupied one continued to finger you at a rapid pace. His palm cupped around your pubic bone for leverage to press his fingertips harder into your g-spot, waiting for your walls to contract once again to signal another orgasm.
It was everything to simply keep your hands from slipping, already so fucked out from the intensity you felt in your core. Your eyes started rolling back, moaning so sinfully that it only encouraged him more.Â
You tried to move your hips, chasing your high almost autonomously because your mind was gone. Itâs as if your body was saying again, again. Your abdomen felt tighter, an indescribable sensation creeping its way up your spine and through every single one of your nerves.Â
âK-Ken⌠fuck, Iâmâ Iââ You were clenching down on his fingers, voice reaching a higher pitch but your throat closing off because you were overwhelmed by the shocks you were feeling as his fingers literally hooked into you and his palm stimulated your clit.
âLet it go, baby. Thatâs it, make a mess fâme, pretty girl.âÂ
It felt like a twenty foot wave crashing down to shore, blood roaring in your ears and your vision going hazy as you cried out. Your pussy gushed like a waterfall, trickling down to the bed cover and splashing against your thighs and stomach.
âK-K-Kennnn!â He slipped his fingers out of your cunt to quickly rub his digits over your clit, which turned the knob already at max way over your limit. The muscles in his arm tensing at the effort of his movements. The shrillness of your voice cut through the air, seeing stars at the back of your eyelids.
By now there was a puddle of your own making beneath you. Your pussy clenched around nothing as Draken slowed his motions, settling on a slow languid roll of his fingers around your pretty little nub. He thinks heâs in love with the âschlickâ sound of your cunt, admiring your fucked out face and spent body.
âYou did so good, baby. I told ya you could do it.â He stretched a smug smile across his features before helping you relax your legs, crawling up the bed to tenderly kiss your forehead and make sure you were still somewhat present. Your eyes fell heavy searching for him, exhausted beyond belief and truly astounded that he was able to make your body do that with such little effort.
âLetâs get you cleaned up, yeah?â There was never any doubt that Draken would give you the proper aftercare, helping you get your arms around his neck so he could get you in the shower. You already know youâll be sleeping so well tonight, and looking forward to the next time Draken gets you to ruin the sheets.
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mitsuya x f!reader, excessive swearing, casual sexism, starring the toman founders + peh, everyone is alive and well adjusted au, 600ish words
"Oh? What about her on the left? She's so pretty!"
"I can't see any faces from here, but whoever's wearin' the white skirt has nice legs."
"Yo! Check out the girl in the braids! She's got a hugeâ"
âWhat are you doing?â
Stacked over one another like a totem pole as they peer around a corner, Kazutora, Pah-chin, and Baji nearly jump out of their skins when they hear your voice behind them. Slowly, they turn around and see you looming with an all-knowing irksome smile.
âThese porn addicts are being gross and weird,â Draken answers for them with flat disdain.
âGuys with girlfriends should be addicted to shuttin' the fuck up,â Baji hisses and immediately returns his attention to whatâs around the corner of the building, or more like who.
A group of college aged girls are sitting on the sidewalk patio of a cafe, talking and enjoying some afternoon caffeine and pastries between laughs. The atmosphere around them seems to radiate florals and glittering sunshine.
âArenât you guys a little too old to be creeping on women like weâre in high school still? You'll end up like Shin acting like that," Mikey says from his position of shamelessly laying on a sidewalk bench.
"And what of it? Shinichiro-kun is cool!" Kazutora retorts, barely looking away from the group of girls.
"And bitchless," the blond mutters and picks his nose.
âOi! Mikey! I might be stupid but I know you'll never get a girlfriend if ya talk about women like that!â Pah-chin growls over his shoulder.
âYeah! Pahâs dumber than shit ân even he knows better!â Peh-yan says from the sideline with too much gusto.
âShaddup! I'm dumb as shit, not dumber than shit!"
You laugh at all of the ridiculous banter, always relieved to know that your old friends will never change â even if they are a little loud and embarrassing.
"Sorry about them," Mitsuya says, suddenly appearing by your side with an apologetic smirk and hands stuffed casually into the pockets of his pants. At least one of them can speak with some tact. You smile back at him in greeting, trying not to overthink how his elbow brushed against your arm when he approached from behind.
"You guys shouldn't talk like that with a girl around," he chides the rest of the guys with chilling judgment in his tone that makes all of them look away sheepishly.
"It's fine," you insist with a wave of your hand.
"It actually makes me kind of happy to see that guys still get this excited over girls. Gives me hope that maybe someday, to someone out there, I'll be worth gawking over," you tell him with a grin, hoping that it isn't too cheesy of a thing to say.
Mitsuya just blinks at you with wide eyes and somehow you miss everyone else's ears growing ten times in size.
"Well, I gotta head to the store. I only stopped because I heard passing people talking about some freaks acting suspicious," you say flippantly though your words hit everyone like cinder blocks.
"Mitsuya-kun, tell your sisters I say hi!" You call over your shoulder before waving goodbye and carrying on with your day.
As soon as you turn your back and walk out of sight, Mitsuya covers his eyes with his hand and slowly wipes down his face until he's covering his mouth. He opens his lilac eyes and sees the guys staring at him with wobbling tight-lipped smiles.
He groans.
âSheâs so fuckinâ hot. I canât stand it," he mutters behind his hand that hides his flushed cheeks.
The other guys look at each other, break out into grins and laughter, and immediately start piling on him with way-too-hard playful punches.
Iâve been working on my queer superhero fantasy novel Byoldervine for a few years now, but itâs only been in the last year or so that Iâve really dedicated myself to my writing. Now Iâve gone from a fun few concepts to nearly 50K words and counting. So I figured Iâd share my process to get here
1. Figure out your barebones concept
Before you can begin writing, you obviously need to know what youâre writing. At this point in time it can literally just be something like âA group of friends go on a quest through a magical fantasy world and meet loads of mythical creatures along the wayâ, it doesnât even necessarily need a plot intact. You can be as vague or as specific as you like here, you just need that general idea
2. Figure out your characters
Your characters are the driving forces behind all internal conflict in your story and give your story heart; if you can pick between expanding your plot and expanding your characters, pick the characters. Start figuring out at very least the need-to-know aspects about your characters, such as their motivations and whatâs holding them back from achieving them. We can flesh them out more and more as we go
3. Create the main external conflict
Often this takes the form of the main antagonist, but it can be literally anything from a curse the main character is trying to overcome, a series of misunderstandings, a goal they just donât have the skills to achieve on their own, etc. Whatâs the thing thatâs causing our main character problems they need to overcome?
4. Work out the beginning and end of your story
Where do you want your story to end? Do you want your characters to be living a life of peace and glory as revered heroes after they defeat the villain? Do you want them to be able to return to the life they once had with new friends and stronger powers than ever before? Do you want them to fail and experience the tragedy of their loss? Well if thatâs where you want to end, they canât have all that at the very start of the story, so thatâs something that needs to change during the story. Congratulations, you just created a plot point!
5. Use your plot points to create a general plan
Now that youâve got some ideas of what you want/need to happen during the story, you can make a timeline of these plot points. Say something like âInciting incident, MC leaves villageâ or âMC trapped by BBEGâ or âMC gains new weaponâ or something like that. At this point things are a bit less vague because now youâre starting to see how the plot can go. Donât forget to add things that the characters would go for, too, even if itâs not plot-relevant
6. Plotting
Youâre ready to start plotting by now. For every chapter, write down a general objective of what needs to be achieved within this chapter. Each of these needs to be followed with bullet points of different, smaller plot points within the chapter to achieve this objective. This part I enjoy doing alongside actually writing so I can update it as I go, Iâll usually plot about five chapters ahead and then get to writing until Iâve used them all up
By this point, youâre ready to write! Best of luck and remember that itâs only a first chapter, all it needs to do is exist!
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You don't mean to hold onto the past but, you do. You hold onto him with every piece of you and you're only going to hurt others in the process.
Takashi Mitsuya x Reader
Word Count: 3.7k
Warnings: nsfw, female reader, non-canon events, reader deals with grief, major character death, descriptions of a dead body, mentions of blood, mentions of a panic attack, unprotected sex, hurt & no comfort
Here is my entry for @bioticlaw TUN collab! I don't know why I choose sadness and angst but I hope anyone who reads this enjoys what I wrote! I tried my hardest with this one :')
Grief: (noun) deep sorrow, especially that caused by someone's death.Â
Grief is the response to loss, particularly to the loss of someone or something that has died. Death is the tragedy in the young, too many opportunities and experiences cut short. Thereâs a different kind of mourning you feel when someone you love dies young, youâre angry; the unfairness in the world makes you want to scream and cry, all the lost occasions and celebrations youâll never get with your person. Itâs different when they never get to grow old with you, getting to have the same initiations in life that you had to go through; the heartbreaks, the ceremonies, all the celebratory times in oneâs life all cut too short by the angel of death himself. Death is a right of passage for the elderly, the old have lived their lives fully, looking back on the memories that they made because they had a full life to live, a life they had lived absolutely.
The death in your life was one no person should have to endure. The loss of your one true love; Ken Ryuguji. The sorrow you feel should be a testament to the love you had, the pain stands as a witness of your bond with him and how it still survives even when time has spent since his passing.Â
Ken was a true gem, a diamond in the rough of the people in your life. He was a protector by nature when it came to you, always shielding you from danger since you two were young, it continued even after you two grew up from little kids to young adults although by then you were able to defend yourself without needing his presence. Itâs a shame you were never able to do the same for him.Â
The memories of seeing him were ones engraved in your mind, the blood that pooled around his cold, lifeless body still haunts every aspect of your being. Most nights you cry yourself to sleep, the recollections of that unforgettable night being the only thing youâre able to think of when the moon shines brightly through your window, the darkness of the night mirroring just how you felt inside most days. No matter what you do to stop them, the tears continue to flow.Â
You wish you could think of the happy memories, lord knows there were plenty of them to blur out the bad. Your favorite memories hazily glow in the glum thoughts, the light trying to brighten but eventually being downcast into the murkiness of your heartbreak. You still think back to when youâd be on the back of his bike â your arms wrapped tightly around his waist as the bike was revved up and exceeded speeds that werenât legal in any way but you didnât care. You couldâve driven for hours and ended up who knows where and you wouldnât care. You wouldâve been content just being with Ken forever.Â
But forever doesnât exist.
The suffering you endure from the memories of that very night â itâs like razor blades filled inside one of the many stuffed animals he had given you throughout the years, the more you clung to them the deeper the cuts go, and no chance in healing as you embed them deeper and deeper.Â
You gasp aloud, body shooting up in a frenzy as you look around, the heavy comforter that was once draped over you was now kicked down and bunched down at your feet. Your throat constricted against itself as you tried to heave as much air in your lungs as possible. The room was spinning even when the darkness surrounded you with no form of light peeking out anywhere. You squeezed your eyes shut, the tears that had already been welling up fell down your cheeks now. Youâre so focused on catching your breath and centering yourself that you donât hear the calling of your name from beside you, the low buzz in your ears greater than his voice could reach.Â
You feel a gentle hand on your back, the slow movements of his hand seemingly calming you down in a matter of seconds. âSorryâŚâ you mutter out, voice hoarse and quiet, you glance over to see your boyfriend, a worried expression etched all over his face.Â
âNo apologies tonight, okay?â Mitsuya says as he sees your broken figure, he pulls you closer to him as he lays you both back into the bed. Your head rests against his shoulder while he continues to rub small circles along your back. A shaky sigh escapes your lips as you melt into him feeling the tingle in your body slowly dissipate while you calm down.Â
Mitsuya knew what he was getting into when he finally decided to approach you, he had known you since you both were kids; being introduced to each other by Draken himself, he also knew of the relationship that you and Draken had, Mistuya was also the one who realized that you were the unlucky soul who found Drakenâs body, but how could you not when you were pinged the location.Â
It was something out of a movie, a horror movie that no one should have to live through. Mitsuya remembers hearing that you found Drakenâs body but when you opened up enough to tell him the events that happened that very night a shiver ran through his spine.Â
You rushed through the story when trying to talk to him about it, tears pricking your eyes because you were so tired of crying and just wanted to stop. When you finally got to the part that took an eerily chill turn Mitsuya could feel his own throat start to contract, the bile in his throat slowly rising up. You got the location ping from Draken himself, it was a random spot, an area behind a field that was frequently packed during the summer when little league would be in full swing, but you knew it. You went to go meet him, confused as to why he was so M.I.A during the day and why he didnât tell you about the reason for this random location drop. You finally saw him, lying in a patch of grass staring up at the stars until realizing what you were actually looking at.Â
Draken was dead.Â
His face looked peaceful but the torn, dirty clothes he was wearing said differently. The grass was stained red around him and it dragged on as if his body was moved. Days later you found out that he had been dead for hours prior to getting the location ping that was sent to your phone, a silent yet deafening message being sent to you.
Mitsuya listened to everything, seeing how you were when reiterating the story to him, watching how you fidgeted and struggled to finish the story towards the end. You were never the same after that, the lasting effects of witnessing and living through something so traumatizing was something you dealt with on a daily basis. You told him that the first few months you had nightmares every night, some so bad that you forced yourself to stay awake for days on end which only made you incoherent at work. Therapy was something you now go to three times a week, it does help but he sees the anger behind your eyes when you say you shouldnât need it.Â
You were closed off when Mitsuya came to you, another result of what you had been through. He remembers vividly of your warnings to him, you were so adamant on telling him that you werenât the same girl he once knew, you couldnât be. If you couldâve given him a powerpoint presentation as to why he shouldnât be with you, you would have if you were given the time. But he didnât care, he just smiled that same comforting smile heâs always had at you just waiting on you to finish the 15th reason as to why heâd be better off with someone else.Â
The look on your face when he just waited for you to finish and proceed to ask you out on a date was something he cherished, the little gap your lips made in astonishment and wide eyes was something to snicker at. He was going to be the one to break down this concrete wall you had built up.Â
Days turned into weeks which turned to months and here you were, almost a year together and if you were being completely honest you were surprised. You didnât expect a relationship to come from him, but when it did, the guilt that started to eat away at you displayed so vividly that you were so sure that he was going to cut and run at the earliest convenience, but he stayed, he kept his feet planted firmly down and promised to help you, he told you that you werenât alone in this and for the first time in a long time you didnât feel alone.Â
Mitsuya was never a rebound to you, you never wanted him to be just someone to take up the space that Ken once filled up, you donât think that anyone could truly do that. Being with Mitsuya you learned that itâs okay to keep ahold of those memories you held so close when it came to Ken, that still loving Ken was okay even if you were now with Mitsuya. With the relationship you now had it was easier than you had expected because he had seen all of you, all of your troubles and hardships, and what you needed. There were no points of uncertainty because he was there to help you through it all. If thatâs the secret to the strong bond and how it formed so fast for you two youâd be happy to say it aloud and shout it from the rooftops, although you still have your troubles itâs easier to talk to someone who isnât being paid to listen.Â
Despite the fact that your relationship with him wasnât always like this and your feelings for Mitsuya were more of a slow agonizing burn than something that blossomed like a beautiful flower in the springtime. Your feelings crept up slowly, once treating him like a foreign object that was protruding into you deeper and deeper until you felt the ache subside, you caught yourself waiting on his calls, always happening around the same time, and just like clockwork you let it ring three times before answering. You started to miss his absence and sweet words, always knowing what calms you down when youâre more anxious about the world around you. You genuinely liked him, although the thoughts of uncertainty always loomed in the back of your mind. The guilt eats you away in random moments of the day, when you feel content it hits harder than youâd like. Would Ken be upset with you? This was his friend, his close friend to be exact and it felt wrong. Continuing on with life was something you needed to do, you had to keep going on, so why did you still feel this way? Was it too soon to move on? Should you have stayed alone and dealt with this all yourself rather than finding solace in another person? Was it fair for you to find happiness while Ken couldnât feel anything anymore? He was gone, dead and buried yet here you are alive and tormented by nothing but the thoughts of him and what couldâve been.Â
âWeâll get through this.â Mitsuyaâs voice brings you back to him, his voice was as quiet as a whisper but came through so loud in your head. He always has a way of bringing you back down. Your throat still hurt and you could still feel the drum of your heart pounding against your chest. âWeâll get past this.â
Past this⌠Past Ken⌠God, if only he was still here. You wouldnât be like this, you wouldnât be in pain and constantly having a battle within yourself, you wouldnât beâÂ
âI love you.â Mitsuyaâs voice cut in.Â
Suddenly everything stopped; time, sound, your breathing. The words that left his lips danced around in the atmosphere circling around you both. You raise your head and look at him, lavender eyes wide open as he stares right back at you. Heâs terrified, the silence in the air making him more nervous than heâd like to be.Â
It slipped, of course he feels that way but he didnât want to say it until he was absolutely sure you felt the same. A childlike way of going about things but who could blame him when you looked the way you did right now, you were stunned, you might as well have been hit with a stun gun with the way you seemed to be frozen just from three simple words that carried so much weight to them and worry was now creeping up on him, God knows youâve tried pushing him away before but now this just might be the final blow to send you running away from him for good.Â
âSay it again.â You speak up, albeit quietly and unsure of the words that you had just heard but still understood by Mitsuya.Â
He swallows down the fear that creeps up his throat, the look he gives you is uncommon yet raw, shifting to face you more, his hand grazes up your arm until it rests against your cheek, and his thumb brushes against the soft skin as he takes a deep needed breath. âI love youââÂ
Mitsuya felt your lips on him before he could finish let alone process what was happening. Your eyes squeezed together tight and hands squeezed around his wrist even tighter. If a single kiss could condense a million thoughts and promises in one, this would be it. He kisses you back, lips forming against yours and bleeding all the passion between the words he said to you behind it. Your lips were warm and soft against his which was a stark contrast to your bodies, his was cold to the touch; chest pricked with goosebumps as your warm hands roamed over him. He snaked an arm around you quickly tugging you closer all while shifting to hover over you. You feel his weight bare more on top of you, one hand holding himself up as his other slides under your shirt just enough to feel your skin against his.Â
Your skin felt like a million fireworks were being set off on top of it, the way his hand set them off in an instant made you feel so many things: excitement, regret, acceptance, guilt. Â
The thought of Ken slips into your mind. Of all times to be here, you thought. You were always so shy with him, the memories of your first time flooded in like a dam that had finally burst. His face; rosy cheeks and the beads of sweat that graced his body, he was praising you the entire time, telling you how good you were doing and how beautiful you looked under his body. His hands; how strong they were when you finally switched positions, he so easily lifted you up and brought you back down his cock with such ease. And his mouth; the way he effortlessly spewed such filth on top of the sweet and loving words heâd call you. And his-
You shake those thoughts away, needing wanting to focus on the man in front of you.Â
Your hands find their way to his hair, fingers grazing the side where his tattoo stays hidden. Strong hands find place at your waist and soon fingers dexterously hook into the waistband of your bottoms and tug them down.
He wishes he could take his time with you, wanting to go as slow as he can to savor this moment, but the way heâs tugging your top off and pulling his sweats down he canât help it. Your hands move quickly as well, tugging at his boxers with a slight tremor. Nerves running rampant at this very moment, you want this, you need this with him. You want to get this right.Â
Youâre both so sweaty as his cock is thrusted back into you continuously. The oversensitivity for how long you two have been going is catching up to you and tears well up in your eyeline ready to fall. Just a little more and youâll get there, teetering on the edge of ecstasy and falling back down to losing your high.Â
Mitsuyaâs thrusts werenât rough but were just enough to pull the small whimpers from you. His hands were on your hips pushing you deeper into the mattress with every thrust that kissed your walls, it was needy, the way your legs hooked behind him pulling him deeper and deeper just chasing that high you couldnât reach. Your brows furrowed in frustration and he saw that, he saw how youâve been trying for so long just to finally cum. His thumb pressed into your clit rubbing small, quick circles to help you but that barely did anything.Â
Your walls fluttered around him for the nth time that night but almost like a mental block you donât reach your peak, your walls stop gripping around him while a pout forms on your face and a huffed out sigh that was quietly heard. You couldnât get yourself to finish.Â
Mitsuya swallows thickly as the words heâs about to say cause a deep churn in his stomach. âIf you need to sayâŚâ he swallows them down, hips slowing down in the process yet still flush against yours, âhis name. If that makes all of this easier for you, then say it.â
You snap your head up to look at him. Disbelief filling your brain from the words he just said. His name. Say Kenâs nameâŚ
âTakashi-â
âItâs fine-fuck.â He groans, his hips slowly pulling out until just the tip then slowly thrusts back in, a certain fervor behind it that makes your ears ring. His pace picks up, the shallow sound of his hips meeting yours until another groan leaves him. âYou need this.â
He leans down and his lips latch onto the sweet spot to your neck, licking a stripe up until you visibly shiver. Your arms hook under his own, holding him tight against your chest. His own groans of pleasure in your ear spurring you on further.Â
You squeeze your eyes shut, tears finally falling past your waterline as you allow yourself to think about him, bringing those thoughts you so desperately tried pushing away earlier this night. You think about how Ken would grab you, hold you, kiss you, touch you. Imagining that he was the one to touch you now, cock buried deep within your walls and groaning from how tight you squeeze him. If you thought hard enough Mitsuyaâs voice melded into his, the same deep vibrato you loved to hear, especially in the morning. Mitsuyaâs cock buried in you soon blended in your thoughts of Ken, finally feeling as if it was Ken who was fucking you.
His name slips out of your lips before you realize what youâre doing, a gasp rips from you as you open your eyes wide. You meet Mitsuyaâs pretty purple eyes that are already staring down at you. You couldnât decipher what it was; he had a different appearance behind his eyes. âAgain.â He says before thrusting into you harder, each thrust of his soon becoming rougher than the last and hitting all the sensitive spots inside that make you choke on your own moans.Â
âFuckâŚKen.â You moan his name, this time a bit louder than the last. You clench down tighter than you have for the night, you were so close, Mitsuya could tell from the glossy look you had.Â
âCome on baby, cum for me.â His voice was desperate, he needed you to cum, he needed to feel you unravel underneath him even if it wasnât him who you had on your mind.Â
He leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, hips slamming in rougher that had you squealing out. His tip hitting deeper the harder he fucks up into you. You look up at him seeing that his eyes never left yours. âI love you.â is all you utter before finally crashing down. Body shaking as you orgasm, Mitsuyaâs hips sputter as your own orgasm causes his, a flurry of curse words leaving his lips as he paints your walls with his cum.
Itâs silent in the aftermath, just the sounds of heavy breathing from the both of you and the sound of the blankets shuffling as he pulls out, laying beside you.Â
You both are at a loss for words, how has someone as pure hearted as Mitsuya lasted this long in a world so cold and fucked up? How did he end up with you? Were you also just the last string left he had left of Draken? Had his feelings been blinded by the pain he felt from losing him? How did you end up with someone so kind and understanding? Knowing no one else in this world would have the patience that he has had for you. How did a once calm night turn into tension that couldnât be cut with the sharpest blade?Â
You really fucked up this time, you both think to yourselves.Â
Eventually, Mitsuya turns to flick the bedside lamp off, soon enveloping you in the darkness that you felt was your heart. You felt the blankets now cover you as you were pulled into him, the warmth of his body and his arm holding you tight allowing you to feel relieved in some way, you still felt cold inside, nonetheless. A sigh leaves both of your chests while you close your eyes and let the darkness take over.Â
The last thought before falling asleep was of Ken.
Quotes for the opposites attract kind of pairing ?
Maybe like the upbeat, energetic and spontaneous character x the moody, serious, do things by the book and likes quiet character ?
i kinda already did smth like this (link here) butttttt i had a couple of ideas for the first one that i didnât use, so im gonna do this again :)
have fun with these :) | if yall want more prompts like this, jus drop an ask nd ill respond as soon as possible | tag me if you use any bc i love seeing what you guys write :))
âAh, there you are. I was beginning to wonder why it was so peaceful.â
âIsnât it so beautiful today?â ââŚitâs raining?â
âLetâs go do something, anything!â âItâs 3 in the morningâŚâ
âI like being alone, but everything feels so lonely whenever youâre not around.â
âIf you like it, then I like it.â
âWhy do you keep smiling at me?â âBecause you look like you need it.â
âYou never seem to worry about anything.â âWell, thereâs no point in worrying if youâre here, right?â
âYouâre the brightest star in my night sky." âI'm just being myself."
âI bought you this little plant; it reminded me of you." âThanks. I'll try not to kill it.â
âDid you see that dog? It was so adorable!â âI guess it was cute, in an ugly type of way."
âI saw this new ice cream place just down the blockâwe have to try it!â âI don't really like sweets... but sure, I guess.â
âI made us breakfast!â âYou didn't have to do that, but... thank you.â
âI love your playlists. They're so unexpected, if that makes sense.â âThey're just songs, nothing special.â
âDo you want to watch a movie tonight?â âI didnât really have any plans so if you want to, we can.â
âYou're always so helpful.â âIt's not a big deal, I justâŚdo whatever I can to make you happy.â
âI saw your favorite book on sale and thought of you.â âYou remembered... thank you.â
âGod, somehow you always know the right thing to say to make me smile.â
âWe might not have anything common, but stillâŚIâm lucky to have you.â
and sorry it took me like 2 months to get to this đ thatâs my bad
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