The Mom Friend

me @ 10

Benimaru Shinmon:

I loooove a tired looking man🤤

walk all over me

description: leons back is aching, so you help him out in an unconventional way.

fluff, tiny bit suggestive, reader is around same age as leon, 1k words -> leon kennedy masterlist :p

The morning light peaking through the curtains casts a dim red glow behind your closed eyelids.

You stir and subconsciously lean into the coarse hand that brushes gently through hair to tuck the strands away from your face.

You blink your eyes open to see Leon already awake, black and grey strands strewn about as his gentle gaze flits about the room.

His eyes find yours and he smiles. Suddenly, the room looks brighter and the afternoon tasks waiting ahead of you are less daunting.

“Morning,” He rasps, voice is still thick with sleep.

“How’s your back?” You ask quietly, shifting close to smooth a hand over it.

You can just feel the tension there. He’s complained about it a few times, and it’s been hindering the little sleep he gets.

His jaw tightens and he winces just a little when you push into his lower back, “It’s alright.”

You narrow your eyes, “Liar.”

Leon huffs, but doesn’t fight back, opting to nestle his angular nose in the crook of your neck instead.

Even you were both younger, he never admitted when something hurt, especially not after a mission.

You knew it was because he didn’t want you to worry, but the two of you aren’t getting any younger and little things like this build up and take their toll over time.

It’s evident in the way the both of your heads are sprouting strands of silver, a sign for how unkind the years have been to the two of you.

Leon, shipped from one country to another, witnessing the greatest horrors known to man for most of his life. And you, left desperately hoping to never find government officials waiting to give you his a death notification on your doorstep.

But there are little crows feet framing your eyes and Leon’s, smile lines paving their way along both your faces too. They’re a testament to the moments spent in soft laughs and tender smiles.

As you lazily nuzzle against him, you thought back to when you were just a little girl and chuckle softly at a random resurfacing memory.

“What’s so funny?” Leon questions, raising his head from its resting place to eye you playfully, but you can see the little grin he’s holding back.

He always told you he didn’t get your jokes sometimes (you weren’t crazy for his dad jokes either), but your laugh was just so contagious he couldn’t help himself to chuckle too.

“All this talk about your back made me remember that when I was little, my dad used to have me to stand on his back whenever it was hurting.”

Leon considers that for a moment, arching a brow as he mulls it over.

“That doesn’t seem like a bad idea…”

Your eyes widen, “What? No.”

“Come on. I won’t break.”

He rolls onto his stomach with a grunt, the muscles in his broad shoulders rippling as he settles into the mattress.

You sigh, but climb over him anyway, carefully straddling his lower back and resting your hands on his shoulders for balance.

“How about I just give you a regular massage?”

“Not today.”

You scoff, rising to stand on the bed, “If your back gets worse, it’s not my fault.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

You choose to ignore that comment.

Carefully you bring one socked foot to his back, testing the pressure.

Leon exhales, melting just a little more into the mattress as the tension eases under the weight of your heel.

You take that as a sign to bring the other foot down.

You nearly jump out of your skin at the long drawn out groan that leaves Leon’s lips.

You only ever hear that when—wait, now’s not the time to think about that.

“Are you alright?” You ask, trying to maintain your balance.

He brings his hands back to grip your ankles gently and steady you.

“Yeah,” he replies without hesitation, “Keep going.”

You shrug, taking mini steps up and down his body making sure to shift your weight gently.

It was weird, he trained so often his back could be mistaken for a real sidewalk. It also felt just a tad disrespectful, walking all over your husband…but hey, he asked for it.

His hands curl loosely into the sheets, and every so often he lifts one to guide you.

“Right there,” he murmurs.

You experimented a little. He liked the steady pressure on his lower back.

When you lift onto your toes just to tease him, he grunts in protest.

“Not funny,” he mutters.

You laugh and step back into a firmer rhythm until he finally relaxes completely, forehead pressed to the mattress.

After a while, you carefully step off and drop down beside him.

He rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling for a moment, breathing slower now.

Then he sits up.

You watch him plant his feet on the floor and lift his arms overhead. His back arches and a series of soft clicks and pops follow.

He exhales through his teeth,

“I sound ancient.”

You grin, “Sound like bubble wrap.”

He glances over his shoulder to shoot you a look, but there’s no real malice in it.

Before you can say anything else, he turns and drops back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.

He shifts closer, holding himself over you without pressing down.

He hooks his hands behind your knees and gently draws your legs around his waist.

“What are you doing?” you ask, trying not to smile.

“Returning the favor.”

“I don’t think you can prance around on my back Leon.”

He shoots you another look as he peels off one of your socks, then the other, tossing them aside carelessly.

His hands return to your calves as they begin to knead into the muscle.

You sigh before you can stop yourself.

His thumbs press slowly, working upward inch by inch.

When his hands reach your thighs and the hem of your shorts, you narrow your eyes at him.

He pauses, glancing up at you with that little half-smile.

“You might have to stand on my back again later.”

The glimmer in his eyes was familiar, made him look all young and doughy again, like he did before raccoon city.

The morning light settles around you both, quiet and red and soft.

a/n: too lazy to make the text smaller for aesthetics lol. I’ll do that later.

also did anyone else’s dad make you walk on their backs 😭?

I’m so happy I made the reader older, like damn some of us wanna be hot and old too for once ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶