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warning/tags: 18+ (MDNI), smut, safe sex, vaginal sex, oral (f! receiving), leon is your bf
note: hiii! this is my first fanfic on this acc. i wanted to write about re2 leon since he’s so precious <3 anyways, enjoy💞
word count: 1,2k
You’ve been dating your sweet boyfriend Leon for a while now. He’s still at the police academy working hard to join the forces. And you have a job that keeps money in the bank. Everything’s going well in your lives. And most importantly, your relationship is going amazingly.
There’s only one thing that hasn’t happened yet, though… sex.
You’re both virgins, too shy to try it for the first time. Your only knowledge about sex is from porn and erotica novels, which you hope will help someday. Leon is in the same situation as well.
You both agreed to do it on your next date.
And that day came.
You’re sitting at the edge of the bed, heart pounding like crazy. You’re at his place; the room is dimly lit by a bedside lamp, creating a warm atmosphere. Leon is just like you, sitting close beside you. His knee brushes yours, and you can feel it slightly trembling.
“We really don’t have to rush anything,” he says gently. He takes your hand in his, thumb stroking your knuckles. “If you feel uncomfortable at any point, just tell me. I want you to feel good… and be safe.”
You nod, cheeks burning. “Yeah, safe sounds good.” You whisper. “I’m really nervous… but I’m glad my first time is going to be with you, Leon.”
“Me too,” he says with a shy laugh. “I, um… I bought some condoms earlier. Is that okay?”
You smile softly, relieved. “Yes. Thank you for thinking of that.”
He smiles shyly and leans in for a kiss. It’s soft and hesitant, your lips brushing just slightly. It deepens slowly as he cups your face with gentleness, like you’re something precious to him. When you break apart, he rests his forehead against yours, breathing your sweet scent.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
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He starts with soft kisses. His lips trail your mouth to your jaw, then down your neck, making you shiver. “You’re wonderful,” he murmurs against your skin. His hands slide under your shirt, gently lifting it off. He kisses your collarbone, then lower, cupping your breasts. His thumbs brush your nipples, and you let out a small gasp.
“Is this okay?” he asks, sounding a little nervous.
“Yes,” you breathe. You pull his shirt off too, running your hands over his chest. He groans softly at your touch.
After both of you are completely bare, he reaches into his nightstand drawer and pulls out an unopened box, fumbling a little as he tears it open. “I’ve never put one on before,” he confesses, glancing at you. “This might… uh… take a second.”
You watch him, feeling a mix of nervousness and affection. He rolls the condom down his length carefully, brows furrowed in concentration, making sure it’s on properly. “Okay… I think that’s right,” he says, sounding proud. “If you ever change your mind, we don’t have to keep going, okay?”
You reach for him. “It’s okay.” You whisper. “I want to do this.”
He smiles, then lays you back against the pillows slowly, kissing every new inch of skin that is revealed to him. “Gosh, you’re gorgeous.” He then settles between your thighs. His fingers slowly trace up your inner legs, teasing lightly before gently parting your folds. He strokes you there with careful touches, finding your sensitive spot.
“You’re so wet already,” he says, sounding shy and amazed. “Tell me if it feels good.”
“It does…Leon…” you moan softly as his fingers move slowly. You’re practically melting in his touch. The pleasure builds gradually, making your hips twitch. He watches your face the whole time, loving the way you look right now, occasionally leaning down to kiss your stomach or thighs.
After a while, he lowers his head. His tongue replaces his fingers. It’s so warm. You arch and whimper while he’s exploring you, humming softly like he’s savoring you. “You taste… incredible,” he whispers between licks. His one finger slides inside you carefully, curling while his tongue keeps working.
You are panting, fingers threading through his dirty blonde hair. “L-Leon… I’m close…” You manage to say.
“Come for me, baby,” he encourages, increasing the pressure just a little. Your first orgasm washes over you in warm waves, thighs trembling around his shoulders as you cry out.
He kisses his way back up your body, giving you time. “I could do this all night…”
You manage to let out a chuckle: “Yeah, me too.”
His erection is pressing against your thigh now. “Ready?” he asks, eyes locked on yours.
You nod, pulling him closer. He positions himself and pushes in slowly. “God, this feels… so good.” He groans, staying still once he’s fully inside. “How does that feel?” he asks, voice shaky. “Talk to me, baby.”
“It feels…full,” you manage, gripping his shoulders. “But good. Keep going… please.”
His movements are unhurried; he found a slow rhythm. “Like this?” he breathes against your neck.
“Yes. Yes.” Your shyness fades bit by bit as pleasure builds. His free hand caresses your side, your breasts, your hip as if he’s examining your body. You move with him, hips lifting. He groans softly. “You feel perfect, baby.”
The sensation starts to deepen. A warm tension coils low in your belly, growing with each thrust. Your breathing quickens. “L-Leon… I think… I-I’m close,” you whisper, a little embarrassed.
He nods, eyes full of affection and desire. “I’ve got you. Just focus on how it feels.” He keeps the same steady pace, angling slightly to brush a spot that makes you moan softly. He smiles shyly at the sound you make. “There? Good?”
“Yes… don’t stop,” you reply breathily.
He doesn’t. Your legs wrap around him instinctively. He holds you closer, murmuring, “Come for me whenever you’re ready. I want to feel you.”
Finally, the wave crests. Pleasure crashes over you in long, shuddering pulses. You cry out softly, body tightening around him as the orgasm washes through you. He keeps moving gently through it, riding the waves with you, whispering sweet praises. “That’s my girl… so beautiful.”
His thrusts become deeper, a little more urgent, but he’s still careful not to overwhelm you. His breathing turns ragged against your neck. “I’m close too,” he whispers hoarsely. “You feel too good… I can’t hold back anymore.”
You hold him tighter, whispering, “Whenever you’re ready.”
With a low groan, he buries himself deep inside you one final time. His body tenses as his orgasm hits, pulsing inside the condom in strong waves. He moans your name softly into your skin, face pressed against your neck. Both of you are breathless now.
He stays buried deep for a long moment, savoring the closeness, before carefully pulling himself out with a soft sigh. He removes the condom and disposes of it quickly. Then he rolls to the side and immediately gathers you into his arms, holding you close against his chest. His heart pounds rapidly as he’s stroking your hair and back with soothing touches.
“Are you okay?” he asks, voice still husky. “That was… incredible. How do you feel?”
You snuggle closer. “More than okay. Safe. With you.”
He smiles shyly and lands one last kiss on your lips. “I love you so much.”
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anon requested: "how would leon react on noticing that reader has s.h scars..?"
tw! s.h scars & depression ๑ reader is healing ๑ fluff ๑ some angst ๑ 1.8k words -> leon kennedy masterlist
Despite carrying a tragic past, struggling with bouts of depression and self doubt, Leon was always the one to try and lift the mood between the two of you. Time and time again, you’d thank him for bringing you out of a slump, only for him to selflessly insist that “it was all you.”
You suppose that’s why he’ll make an amazing cop one day, and you’ll make sure to be there for him when things get tough on the job too.
Once Leon finally saved up for his Jeep, he’d take the two of you on road trips to neat little coastal towns to take your mind off things.
After parking in a small lot near the shore, the two of you stood by the inky sea water whose ripples glimmered under the light of the moon and stars. You absentmindedly pointed out the little shells and rocks you found interesting as you strolled along the beach.
Despite entertaining his conversation starters, Leon could pick up on how you weren’t all there. You were still ruminating, unaware of how Leon began picking up the very shells you pointed out earlier.
He carefully wiped the sand off each one on his shirt, and when you turned around he held them out to you in his palms with a faint grin.
“Think I can make something cool for you out of these, like a bracelet or necklace.” He murmured, bringing them up to his guileless face. “Yeah there are little holes here to poke a string through…”
You exhaled at the thoughtful proposition, taking his hand and leaning over to peer at some of them.
“These are beautiful,” you hummed.
“Like you,” Leon professed.
You rolled your eyes, unable to suppress your recoiling yet bashful giggle.
“What?” Leon chuckled, chest convexing a smidge at your first laugh today. “Just tellin’ the truth.” He murmured, leaning down to pick up some more shells.
'So cheesy' you thought, fondly shaking your head at his earnest nature. Your shoulders relax at the balmy gust of temperate wind whirling around the both of you to sigh in the coastal conifer leaves.
This is what you needed right now, to be brought out of your thoughts and complimented endlessly by your keen partner on some random pacific northwest shore.
Once he was done picking up shells for his future diy project, he set them aside in a neat pile on top of the sand.
He gave you a sidelong glance.
“What?” You ask, snickering at his mischievous grin.
He shrugged before beginning to tug off his clothes while shivering.
“What the hell?” you giggled despite yourself, noticing the goosebumps forming on his fair skin. “Planning on skinny dipping?”
“What?” Leon faltered, a flush rising to his ears. “No, we’re not…getting naked. I just wanted to swim with you.”
“And drive back soaking wet?” you asked, motioning to the Jeep parked a few feet behind him.
“Already ahead of you,” Leon quipped back, walking towards it to open the trunk and display a heap of his clean lounge clothes.
You sighed. “Okay…”
Despite being so open with Leon about your mental health, you were nervous about showing more skin than usual.
He had never seen your scars.
It’s not like he would think you’re crazy or weird, but you worried he’d be upset…or disappointed in you.
One time you called yourself mid in passing (as a joke, mind you).
Leon was so offended that he gave you the silent treatment for the better part of an hour.
How the hell would he react if he saw that you did so much worse to yourself in the past?
You shook your head, willing away those fears and hoping that maybe it was dark enough so that he wouldn’t see them.
“Oh—“ Leon sputtered, immediately turning his back on you the second you started stripping, as if he wasn’t going to see you in the water anyway.
The innocence in the gesture made you laugh.
“Somethin’ funny?” he asked from where he stood.
“Yeah, you.” You teased, pushing him on the shoulder.
He turned around and fortunately, it was dark enough so that his blue eyes couldn’t make out any details on your skin. However, you still caught his eyes flitting over your figure before quickly looking away, red as a tomato.
“…Race you to the water?” he asked.
You said nothing before bolting across the sand.
“Hey, you cheater!” he yelped, running after you.
Once the splashing around you settled and you were shoulder-deep in the cold seawater, you turned around, only to find him towering right behind you.
“Shit,” You gasped, backing away from his grabby hands “You caught up quickly!”
Before you could push him away, he picked you up in a flash.
“Love you,” He said simply, before tossing you back into the water a few feet away.
“That’s your sentence for cheating,” he called out.
You resurfaced and snickered, swimming back over to him. “Oh please. Did you read that in your little law enforcement handbook, rookie?”
Leon shook his head before his gaze softened. “Didn’t throw you too hard, did I?”
“Pft, no?” you grinned. “That was kind of fun, do it again.” You laughed, throwing your arms back around his neck.
“Yes ma’am,” he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your thighs and another around your waist.
You rolled your eyes when he pressed a quick farewell (more like good luck) kiss to your lips before straightening, getting ready to toss you a little further.
You were bracing to be chucked into the water again, but it never came.
You looked up at Leon, only for your heart to drop.
His brows were drawn together. Blue eyes trained inquisitively at none other than the faint scars etched across your skin.
“Leon…” you muttered, waiting for his reaction and silently cursing the treacherous moon for casting its stupid romantic light on your darkest secret.
“What?” He shook his head like he was being pulled out of his thoughts.
He didn’t say anything about the scars...
“C’mon…Water's not getting any colder.” You said, voice wavering just a bit as the adrenaline of him possibly confronting you about it wore off.
Leon nodded with a grin, but the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.
It was like that for the rest of the night, unfortunately.
You honestly expected him to lecture you. Instead, you got his eyes flickering over your form every so often and then back again, not all bashful like before, but like he was trying to decipher something when he thought you weren’t looking.
After playing in the water like children for an hour, you were lying on a towel, changed into one of Leon’s huge sweatshirts and a pair of clean shorts while he dried himself off.
You were, once again, watching the backstabbing moonlight glimmer over the ripples in the water, racking your brain over what Leon could’ve possibly been thinking.
Was he upset with you?
Weirded out?
Angry?
A few minutes passed in the quiet lull of the waves.
Then Leon sat beside you.
You felt his fingers brush over your thigh, hesitant at first, like he wasn’t sure if he should say something.
“…Hey,” he murmured softly.
You looked at him, his eyes were tired but intently focused on you.
For a second he didn’t say anything, just let his thumb brush over your skin again, right next to the faint line of a scar.
“You don’t have to hide those from me,” he said quietly.
Your stomach dropped, “I wasn’t—”
“It’s okay.” Leon shook his head a little, sitting up just enough to look at you properly.
His expression wasn’t shocked or upset like you expect, but his eyes were soft and wide, concerned.
“...I’m not mad,” he added gently, like he was worried that might be what you thought.
You swallowed.
“I just…” your voice wavered. “I didn’t want you to think I was crazy or for you to be upset with me—”
“Hey.” Leon reached up and took your hand before you could finish, hands soft and warm.
“I could never think anything bad about you,” he whispered, bringing your palm up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss there.
The sincerity in his quiet words, so gentle they were almost drowned by the sound of the shore, made your chest ache.
“I just wish you didn’t have to go through whatever made you feel like…that was the only option,” his gaze cast downward, “I-I should’ve been there—“
“Leon,” Your eyes burned, “It’s not your fault.”
he nodded wordlessly and when he looked up, his own eyes grew shiny at your tears, threatening to spill over.
“C’mere,” he murmured, gently tugged you into his lap, one arm wrapping carefully around you.
“You’re still here,” he murmured into your hair. “That’s what matters to me.”
You let out a shaky breath as Leon rubbed your arm slowly and absentmindedly.
“And…for what it’s worth,” he added a little shyly, “I think you’re really strong.”
You sniffed, “Says you.”
Leon shook his head with a little laugh, “All the guys at training call me a softie…either that, pretty boy, or twink.”
You furrowed your brows, looked at his earnest expression and busted out laughing.
“…Also,” he began after both of your giggles had subsided.
You pulled back slightly and he gestured toward the little pile of shells he’d collected earlier, “I meant what I said about that bracelet.”
A faint smile tugged at your lips, “You’re really gonna make one?”
Leon’s ears turned a little pink.
“Yeah just…don’t tell any of the academy guys about it alright?”
“I can’t make any promises,” You laughed as he wiped off any residual tears with his fingers.
Leon smiled, relieved to hear the sound of you laughing again.
“Hey,” he grunted after a few more moments, “I’ve held you long enough, now it’s my turn.”
You rolled your eyes, shifting so you could lay down and he could rest his damp head on your thighs.
He settled in, wrapping an arm around your leg as you mindlessly carded your fingers through his fine strands of hair.
A warm gust of air fanned across your thighs as Leon yawned. You were growing tired as well, and the gentle swish of the sea lapping against the shore wasn’t helping.
A few minutes later, you were on the cusp of sleep when you jolted at what felt like the softest kiss being pressed on the sensitive skin of one particularly deep scar.
You looked down to see Leon’s heavy eyelids fluttering closed, long dark lashes casting shadows onto his cheekbones.
You wanted to say something, but his breathing had evened out.
You laughed softly at the way his mouth was slightly agape, like it always is when he sleeps, his round cheek squished where it rested against you.
You let your eyes rest, grateful that you let Leon race and toss you into the sea in the first place.
thank you anon for the request :) i hope this was okay, i tried to keep this request as respectful as possible since i know this is a real struggle for some people. i hope it provided just a little bit of comfort to anyone who struggles/struggled with this.
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