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2 you

TW. fratboy / fuckboy leon! alcohol use. mentions of drugs (weed) language. 69 position. oral receiving (m & f) fingering. partying. mdni. title from 2 u by 2hollis. read previous chapters first!

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Two weeks later after your study session, Leon Kennedy passes his psychology exam by three miserable points.

“You passed?” you repeat slowly over the phone while sitting cross-legged on your dorm bed with notebooks and pens scattered around.

“Comfortably.” leon remarks.

“You got a seventy-three… that doesn’t seem very comfortable..”

“A pass is a pass.” You can hear shouting behind him already, music thumping through the speakers. He must be celebrating.

“What’s happening over there?”

“Pool party.” Leon says easily. “Starts this afternoon. Goes all night. You’re coming.”

You lean back on your bed slowly looking up at the ceiling. “Leon-“

“No excuses.” he interrupts immediately. “You’re literally the reason i didn’t fail.”

“That feels academically dishonest.” you mumble.

“It feels romantic.”

You snort a laugh, lower belly filling with butterflies from his words.

“will you come?” leon asks softer, his voice low like he doesn’t want anyone else to hear.

“Yeah. sure.” you whisper back teasingly, hearing leon scramble around in his kitchen.

“oh, and bring Claire.” he adds. “I need a witness when I publicly dedicate my success to you.”

By sunset the frat house looks insane.

Music pounds loud enough to shake the windows, colored lights strung around the backyard while half the campus crowds around the pool with drinks in hand. Someone’s already doing backflips off the roof into the deep end which honestly feels medically concerning.

“This feels illegal.” claire says pulling her sunglasses down to rest on her nose.

“It probably is.”

“You know what?” she says thoughtfully as somebody nearly falls off the roof holding a beer bong. “I actually feel better about my own life choices now.”

You laugh quietly, scanning the backyard automatically and immediately find Leon. its almost like your brain’s developed a problem, looking for him first everywhere you go.

He’s standing near the pool in black swim trunks and no shirt, toned abs and sharp v line damp already like somebody shoved him in earlier. The second he sees you his entire face changes to that stupid soft smile.

“There’s our scholar!” someone yells as Leon walks over but he ignores them completely, his entire focus on you. His eyes drag slowly over your swimsuit and for a second it looks like he genuinely forgot how to speak.

“You look…” He exhales once through his nose. “Jesus.”

Heat rushes to your face. “Hi to you too.”

Claire gags loudly. “I need alcohol immediately.” she watches the interaction carefully beside you like she’s still waiting for him to reveal himself as a manipulative supervillain. Instead Leon points toward the coolers near the patio.

“Claire.”

She narrows her eyes. “Kennedy.”

“There’s malibu in the blue cooler before Luis drinks all of it.”

“…You remembered what I drink?”

Leon shrugs. “You yell at me a lot. Makes you memorable.”

Claire opens her mouth then shuts it like she wants to say ‘thank you’ but knowing her ego, she wont.

“…That was almost nice.” she says flatly.

“Don’t spread it around.”

You hide your laugh against your hand as Claire walks off muttering something about “confusingly decent men.”

Leon watches her leave before leaning closer to you slightly.

“I think she hates me less.”

“She tolerates you now.”

“Progress.”

The pool water glows blue beneath the lights as people crowd around the edges dancing badly, the smell of weed and booze filling your senses. Somewhere behind you someone starts chanting for a cannonball competition.

You glance toward the water. “so.. are you actually going swimming or are you just hosting?”

Leon smirks slowly. “You challenging me?”

Before you can answer he grabs your waist suddenly and throws you over his shoulder.

You shriek immediately, legs kicking out in the open air. “LEON—”

He’s laughing full-on now as he carries you toward the pool.

“Oh my god put me DOWN—”

“Too late.”

“leon! i swear to god!-“

Then water crashes around you both and you come up sputtering and gasping while people around the pool cheer obnoxiously.

“You asshole!” you yell with a laugh, throwing your now wet hair over your shoulder. Leon surfaces beside you laughing so hard he can barely breathe.

“You should’ve seen your face—”

You splash water directly into his face.

The pools warm from the heat outside, music echoing across the backyard while lights shimmer against the surface around you. Leon pushes wet blonde hair back from his forehead, still grinning at you like he can’t help it.

He drifts closer in the water until his hands settle loosely against your waist beneath the surface, his chest inches away from yours.

You having fun yet, sweetheart?”

“…Maybe a little.” you reply even though you are having a lot of fun.

“Damn.” he says softly. “I’m winning you over.”

Claire eventually joins you both after enough alcohol and peer pressure, though she spends the first five minutes threatening violence if Leon splashes her.

He does anyway. She nearly drowns him for it.

But by the end of it Claire’s sitting beside him at the shallow end arguing about basketball while he laughs at her dramatic hand gestures.

Traitor.

You drift farther toward the middle of the pool, lying on your back and watching the sky turn dark, the party slowly quiet down. Its freeing being surrounded with the people you love. No more tests. No more studying for awhile.

The music feels muffled underwater. The lights around the yard blur gold against the darkening sky.

Later when the air turns colder and people start moving inside, you sit beside leon at the edge of the pool with your feet dangling in the water.

“You know,” he says eventually looking down. “I probably still would’ve passed without you.”

You stare at him flatly. “Liar.”

“Okay…” he admits. “I definitely would’ve failed.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“I’m glad you came over that night.” he says quietly, so quietly you almost dont catch it. but you do.

“…Yeah?”

“yeah.”

Leon’s hand brushes yours before slowly intertwining your fingers together like he’s testing whether you’ll pull away, you dont.

you knew Claire was wrong about him. everyone else just never looked long enough to see past the act.

The pool lights cast blue reflections across his face, softening the sharpness of his features. His hair’s still damp from swimming earlier, hair falling slightly into his eyes.

You really want to kiss him again.

His shoulders straighten slightly, eyes darkening just enough to make heat crawl up your neck. “You keep doing that.” he mumbles.

“Doing what?”

“Looking at me like that.”

“You’re very confident.” you whisper.

“Not confident.” he says softly. “Hopeful.”

And god that does something to you, knowing leon’s as desperate for you as you are for him.

You don’t let yourself think after that. You grab his shoulders and pull him down into a kiss.

Leon makes a quiet surprised sound against your mouth before kissing you back immediately. Like he’s been waiting for it.

His hand slides to your waist fast, fingers tightening there as the kiss deepens. Warm and dizzying and nothing like the rushed chaos of the closet at the party. This is different.

Leon exhales sharply through his nose, thumb brushing against your side beneath the thin fabric of your cover-up.

“Jesus.” he murmurs against your lips.

You barely have time to breathe before he kisses you again. Your fingers slide into his damp hair instinctively and Leon reacts by pulling you closer against him with a quiet groan.

“You have no idea..” he says quietly smirking. “how long I’ve wanted to do that properly.”

“You kissed me first.” you mumble weakly.

“In a closet” he points out. “Very different environment.”

His eyes flick between yours before glancing toward the house. Then back to you.

That look alone nearly ruins you.

“You wanna go somewhere quieter?” he asks.

The question hangs in the air because you know exactly what he means, and you want it too.

“y-yeah.”

The bass from the party downstairs thumps through the floorboards, a dull rhythmic heartbeat that vibrates up through your palms as you brace yourself on Leon’s mattress.

The door is locked- you made sure of that when he pulled you inside, his lips already on your neck, his hands already fumbling with the buttons on your jeans muttering “i need you now..” and “i cant wait any longer.”

You’re naked now, both of you. The dim light from a single desk lamp casts long shadows across his torso, highlighting the lean muscles in his shoulders, the slight happy trail that disappears beneath his shorts- which are already kicked off somewhere on the floor.

His hands grip your bare hips, watching you with half-lidded eyes that gleam with a mix of hunger and lazy confidence. His cock stands hard and thick against his stomach flushed and already glistening at the tip.

“Come here..” he murmurs voice rough from shouting over the music downstairs.

You hesitate, mouth opening and closing shut with pink flushed cheeks watching as leons eyes scan your whole body.

He hands curl around your wrist and tug you forward until you’re straddling his chest. His breath hitches when you lower yourself, your knees sliding against the sheets as you position yourself over his face.

He guides you down slow until his mouth is inches from your cunt. The warmth of his breath ghosts over your folds and you shudder, already slick and aching for him.

“mmmf- leon..”

“Lean forward..” he mutters with a grin in his voice. You obey bracing your hands on his thighs, your face hovering over his erection. The tip of his cock brushes your cheek, hot and velvet-soft. You take him in your hand stroking once, twice, feeling the pulse beneath the skin, the way he tenses when you squeeze.

Then his tongue touches you.

It’s a flat wet stroke from your entrance to your clit, slow and deliberate, tasting you. A moan escapes your lips muffled against his thigh. He does it again and again each pass firmer, more insistent, until your hips are rocking back against his mouth of their own accord. He hums against you- a low appreciative sound.

“Tastes so fuckin good’ baby.. s’ sweet..”

you answer by taking the head of his cock into your mouth. He’s salty and warm on your tongue. You swirl around the tip, tasting the pre-cum that beads there and his grip on your hips tightens.

“Fuck-..” he breathes, the word hot against your folds. His hips twitch pressing himself deeper into your mouth but he doesn’t thrust. He lets you set the pace, lets you take him inch by inch while his mouth works you with practiced skill.

Your cheeks burn as you suck his cock, thinking about what your doing and how good it feels.

His tongue circles your clit, flicks it then presses flat again. He sucks gently drawing the sensitive nub between his lips and your knees buckle. You have to pause, pull your mouth off his cock with a wet pop to gasp for air. “f-fuck… mhmf.. leon-“

“Don’t stop.” he says, his voice muffled but commanding. He pushes your hips down harder burying his face between your thigh and the pressure of his nose against your clit, his tongue fucking into your entrance makes you cry out.

You grip his cock again stroking him as you take him back into your mouth, deeper this time until the head hits the back of your throat.

He groans long and low, the sound muffled by your flesh. His tongue thrusts into you, curling tasting and fucking you while your mouth works his shaft.

You set a rhythm- suck, swallow and breathe, coordinated with the roll of your hips against his face.

The party downstairs is a distant hum, the bass a throb that syncs with your heartbeat and the pulse of his cock on your tongue.

Sweat slicks your skin. His hands slide from your hips to your ass kneading and spreading, his fingers teasing the edges of your hole. One finger presses against your entrance slick with your own wetness and you moan around his cock. He pushes in, only the tip and you clench around him while your mouth mirrors the motion on his shaft.

“y’ like sucking my cock baby, huh?” He groans and you whine, pussy clenching around his digit.

His finger sinks deeper, curling and hitting that spot that makes your vision blur. His mouth latches onto your clit sucking hard, his tongue flickering in rapid strokes.your orgasm builds sharp and bright and you cry out against his cock as you cum your body shuddering with your thighs clamping around his head.

He licks the slick greedily moaning against your clit, his own hips bucking as you milk him with your throat.

When the waves subside you lift your head gasping, drool and pre-cum stringing from your lips to the tip of his cock. He’s still hard and throbbing as his eyes meet yours from between your legs. He grins, lips and chin still covered in your juices.

Leon manhandles you back and you laugh, his lips meeting yours softly as he tucks you under his arm, flushed cheek smushed against his chest.

“… was that okay?” Leon mutters looking into your eyes, his pupils blown wide with lust and something else.

You nod curling your arms around his torso to pull him closer. The music still beats low below you both, the room smelling like sex and filled with heavy pants from the both of you.

As you both lay looking up at the ceiling holding eachother, you know.

your completely in love with him.