#criminal reader

Part eight:

Enterin’ the dark room, you flip the light on and head for the toilet. He follows.

You stop in front of it. 

The man moves to sit, holdin’ onto your shoulder for support. His weight hits the porcelain seat, makin’ it creak like an old bench. 

His eyes stick onto you as you approach the shower.

You turn the handle, leavin’ it between the hot and cold setting. 

Turnin’ back around, you face the man. He’s still starin’ at you.

‘Wonder if he only looks at me that way.

Lookin’ down at your slacks, you unzip ‘em. You kick them off and reach down to grab ‘em. Foldin’ the fabric, you place it on a towel rack.

You slide off your underwear, then your socks, and grab them. You place them all on top of your slacks.

Lookin’ back up, not only are you met with his gaze, but with his fully naked body. 

It’s almost exactly like you remember: Plump but defined, muscular with a firm pair of pectorals and limbs. 

His pale flesh makes the hair runnin’ down his chest seem darker than it is. He even has the same scar—the one you made all that time ago—down his right side. The only thing different is his abdomen—slightly more defined than the last time you’d seen it. 

Your eyes drop down, but the view’s blocked by a folded pile of his clothes restin’ on his lap.

…Very funny.

Your focus shifts back to his face. 

His shifts too, like he’s been tracin’ your gaze up until now.

Tearin’ your eyes off him, you grab a box of soap from the sink counter and open it. 

You head over to the shower and place it on a small soap holder. 

Headin’ back, you stand in front of him and hold your arm out. He puts his stack of clothin’ off to the side. 

Slowly, he grips your palm and rises. 

You wait until he has a steady grip on your shoulder to turn to the shower. 

You step over the thin stack of waterblockin’ tile and he follows. 

Carefully, you take a few steps backward towards the shower head. He grips both of your shoulders and follows in front of you. 

As the warm water rains over you both, you reach for the soap.

You lather it in your palms as he stares deep into your eyes. The water slicks down his dark, weird haircut no better than the rain did. 

Puttin’ the soap back on its holder, you drop your eyes and place your hands on his chest. He’s tense, probably watchin’ you like a hawk.

You begin to wash him.  

Cautious as to not move too quickly near his side, your hands move in slow, circular motions. 

You glance up at him, he’s starin’ straight through you. His eyes are narrowed and his brows are practically touching.

Oh, quit.

Wasn’t starin’ at me all crazy when you was the one doin’ the washin’ way back when.

Slidin’ your palm down to his abdomen, you can feel his grip tighten. 

His eyes drop down to your hands, watchin’ them closely. You scrub his abdomen, then his sides—carefully. With every touch, his body becomes more tense.

You stop, restin’ a hand on his hip. Grabbin’ the soap with your other, you hold it out to him.

“Should clean that yourself.”

A silence.

His eyes peer into yours as he stays still. 

Slowly, a hand ungrips your shoulder and snatches the bar from your hands. He lathers it in his palm, places it on the holder, then reaches past his stomach.

Your gaze falls. 

His hand scrubs a trail of short, coarse hairs that run below his hips. Then he slides it lower, meticulously latherin’ an area hidden behind his palm. 

Suddenly, his fingers dig into your shoulder.

Your eyes fly back up to his face. 

He ain’t lookin’ at you, but his head’s still upright.

A tad bit amused, you dig your thumb into his hip. The skin underneath your finger pulls downward.

His eyes immediately meet yours, pupils slightly dilated but searin’ through your cranium. He glares at you for a moment. 

Then…

“What?”

A silence.

You glare back, keepin’ a firm grip on him.

“Well shy’t, real strict nowadays. Ain’t never cared before, why now?”

He keeps a firm grip as well, eyes still invadin’ yours. Nothin’ but the singular tip of an eyebrow moves.

You step closer, leavin’ only a few inches between you two. 

His grip tightens, but so does yours. 

“Chasin’ me down an alley and shootin’ my fucken arm… ‘What,’ I should be askin’ you the damn question.”

Slowly, you release his hip and run your palm up his scarred side.

“Fixin’ for another one of these, is that it—”

In one quick step, he slams you against the shower tile. The air leaps out of your lungs, and you barely miss the shower handle. The back of your head bangs the tile and begins to throb.

His hands are pinnin’ you to the wall as he attempts to support himself. Now your faces are even closer, lettin’ you see the venom pools of his irises clearly.

Catchin’ a rigged breath, you take a handful of his hair. 

You pull him closer, leavin’ no space left between your faces. Your nose and lips hit his, smashin’ against them like a punch. 

You take a deeper, rugged breath.

“You said you’d leave me alone, you gave me your word.”

His eyelids pull back and a lone eyebrow furrows. 

He makes no effort to shake you off. Instead, he tilts his head.

“You approached me.”

The low, monotone whisper rumbles in your ears. His lips move against yours, makin’ his breath easier to feel. 

You process his words.

“A week ago. You was hidin’ in the shadows.”

His lips part, but he don’t say anything. He stares at you, eyes gaping. 

“No.”

He pauses.

“You concealed yourself.”

Small puffs of his breath land on your mouth as his teeth graze your lips. They nip at your bottom lip, slightly bitin’ on the busted bits of it as he enunciates that last part. 

He makes no effort to let go, makin’ the sting fade into numbness after a while of silence.

A sharp exhale exits your nose as you move your mouth to the best of your ability.

“A person shrouded in darkness startles you intentionally, what would you have done?”

His eyebrow twitches and he stays quiet, invadin’ your eyes like it’s his right to. 

You can feel your lip start to bleed as you wait for him to let go. He doesn’t so you clutch his hair tighter. All it does is make him breathe harder.

He lets go, but his teeth still graze you.

“You did the same thing.”

Immediately after, he bites back down. 

Blood rolls down your lip as you process his words.

You scoff and double down.

“Who provoked who, you know the answer better than any—”

Out of nowhere, he clamps your shoulders tighter and crushes your lip with his teeth. Instinctively, you yank his head back and swing your knee up between his legs.

His head resists the movement, causin’ a small part of his scalp to tear. Though, he does let go of your mouth. 

His right leg folds only slightly. 

Your knee doesn’t do much more than that. You drop it between his legs, lettin’ your thigh rest against a stiff mass of his flesh. 

While a thin stream of red runs down his forehead, you lick your bottom lip, lapin’ up the blood that drips. 

There’s no space between you two now, you’re both pressed together—closer than a saddle on a horse. 

As you lick, your tongue slides against his lip. You don’t care enough to stop it and he don’t either. He only stares at you, eyes as wide as burnt pies. 

You huff.

“Gone’ kill me now?”

He stays silent, pupils still dilated and eyelids blown back. 

He blinks just once.

Suddenly, the flesh against your thigh shifts. His skin tightens gradually as he continues to analyze you.

The subtle movement catches you off guard, makin’ you let go of his hair. You move your hand to his shoulder and try to push him off. 

He don’t budge.

You stare back at him. His audacity makes a small smile tug at your lips, you suppress it though.

“...You’re sick.”

A sharp exhale exits his nose and lands on your skin. He stays still, completely silent.

You scoff.

“Ya’ think that’s funny?”

He doesn’t respond, only narrows his eyes. 

You slide your hand up from his shoulder and onto his face. You cup his cheek, grippin’ it so that he’s forced to look at you.

“Well then. Don’t blame me for bein’ rough.”

With your thigh, you begin to rub his area in a slow, side to side motion.

His eyes crash down and his head attempts to follow, but you force it still. His focus shifts back to you. His breath catches as you continue.

He remains unresponsive for about a minute.

Then he blinks. 

He digs his nails into your shoulders, claspin’ them hard enough to bruise.

You grit your teeth and increase the pace of your teasing. Against your thigh, you can feel his stiff mass grow. 

Your eyes invade his.

“Let go.”

He only digs his fingers deeper. So you lift your leg, pressin’ your knee against what feels like his scrotum.

Instantly, his teeth come crashin’ onto your mouth again. This time, he chomps down on your bottom lip. 

Immediately, you uncup his face, shove it to the side, then push him off of you. His back slams onto the shower tile and he attempts to hold himself up. 

You lick your bleedin’ lip, now torn and probably bruised. His lip’s stained with your blood and his pupils are blown wide, tracin’ your every movement.

Grabbin’ the soap from its holder, you lather it in your palm, then place it back.

In one swift step, you pin his shoulder against the wall with one hand and resume cleanin’ him with the other. He grasps your shoulders and watches.

You scrub his back and make your way down to his hide. His body tenses as it anticipates friction.

Scrubbin’ his backside, you slide your fingers through his crevice and it makes him squeeze your shoulders.

With an open-hand, you smack his rear.

“That’ll be enough, thank you.”

He narrows his eyes at you. A low, lifeless grunt leaves him, vibratin’ against your chest. 

“Mm…”

You make your way down to his legs, crouchin’ down to clean ‘em. He keeps his grip on you but he ain’t squeezin’ any harder.

A familiar, stiff mass pokes your face as you scrub. 

You look up at it. 

It’s half-erect, his length blunt, around four to five inches, but thick. The pale, hooded edge of his foreskin stretches back slightly to reveal bits of his light brown tip. A full, heavy sack of flesh hangs right beneath, flushin’ dark.

The sight isn’t enough to stop your scrubbing. You continue, brushin’ against it with every movement.

You chuckle.

“Someone’s happy.”

A quiet puff exits his nostrils.

Once you’re done scrubbing, you move to get up. You ignore the position of your lips, which are underneath his shaft. You’re almost curious to see how it’d react to the friction. 

Then lookin’ up at him, you rise. Your lips glide against his tightened skin, causin’ it to grow a bit more. 

He watches you stand with narrowed eyes, still holdin’ onto your shoulders. 

You grasp his lower back for support.

“My turn.”

Slowly, he retracts a hand and reaches for the soap. He lathers it in his palm, then places it back onto the holder.

Placin’ his hand on your arm, he begins to scrub firmly. 

You trace his movement.

He moves from that arm to the next, patiently workin’ his way down. He washes your back, makin’ sure to clean every crevice. When his hand comes back around, you expect him to stop at your hips. 

He don’t.

One hand clasps you tightly, while the other scrubs your pelvic area. Your hips twitch as you fight the initial shock and arousal. Your hand flies down and grips his, but he whips it off. 

Out of nowhere, his hand finds your rear and smacks it.

“ ‘That—ll be enough…’ ”

You freeze as his hand moves to finish cleanin’ the area.

Did he just?

As he finishes cleanin’ the area, he retires his hand back to your shoulder and analyzes you.

Gradually, you bend over and scrub your legs.

“You keep talkin’ and I’ll clean that mouth out with soap.”

A small grunt rumbles through his chest.

Water runs down your back as you rise up. 

You’re met with his cold gaze. His face has reverted back to its usual expression, though his pupils are still slightly dilated.

Smug bastard.

Holdin’ his lower back with a hand, you carefully back up and reach for the shower handle. You shut off the water and step over the water-blockin’ tile. He follows, still grippin’ onto your shoulders.

You guide him out the bathroom and to the bedroom, the carpet soaks the water rollin’ off your bodies. The air feels fresh against your skin. After a few steps, you plop him onto his bed. 

You head back to the bathroom. 

Grabbin’ the clothes and some towels, you walk back to the bedroom. 

Stoppin’ at your bed, you sit down. You toss him a towel and his pile of clothes.

“I’ll get you a new set of garbs and a crutch ta’morrow.”

You dry your body with a towel, he just watches. 

Then he starts dryin’ himself.

“Am I gonna have to catch you here again yln?” Leon says, annoyance on his boyish face.

Officer Leon Kennedy has been in the force for about six months, you and an ally being his case for about four of those months. He always seemed to be right on your toes. Finding you in robberies, car jacking, unregistered firearms, you name it, he’s caught you.

And somehow, someway, you always found your way out. Leon can never find out why, the sheriff started to get on his ass for just how many times you haven’t been charged. The saw it to be fishy, interrogating Leon more times than you’ve been in cuffs.

You sit in the interrogation room, hair pulled back blowing your baby hairs out of your face. A small smirk on your face, Leon sighs. You know damn well Ada should be here by now, although seeing the blue-eyed police officer was the highlight of your day. His stare meets you head on, face void of emotion, minus a slight pink hue on his cheeks.

“I dunno Mr. Kennedy, don’t you have fun with our little chases? Cat and mouse play is not what I thought you were into.”

His pink cheeks become warmer, a small giggle leaving your lips as he scoffs, “Keep it clean yn.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Ada’s voice rings through the intercom. Your smile turns into a grin, while Leon’s face pales. He quickly turns to see the door opening.

Ada’s black body-con dress hugs her curves, her face softening making eye contact with you. Leon stands quickly, pulling his gun out and aiming directly at Ada. She smiles, placing her hands up in a surrendering motion.

“There’s no need Kennedy, we’ll just be on our way out.”

“Like hell you will!” He says, face hard.

“Oh c’mon Kennedy!” You whine, pouting. “Just let me go this once? I’ll be a good girl from here on out! I swear it!”

Leon’s face darkens with pink yet again, this guy can never catch a break from your flirting can he? Your smile turns into a smirk when he shakes his head, pointing his gun at you next.

“yn, this is the last time you’ll see her outside of prison bars. You’ve done way worse things than robbing a bank, and yet, thats why you’ll finally be put away. For good.”

Suddenly, Ada lunges at Leon. As they fight over the gun you easily make your way out of the cuffs. The bobby-pin in your pocket becoming a normal occurrence. Leon is pinned face down on the table, Ada close to his face. Your stomach warms, seeing him pinned down like this feels way more criminal than anything you’ve ever done.

“Don’t worry Leon, I’ll keep our baby out of trouble. Be a good boy and give us a head start at least, yeah?” Her voice low, making your stomach churn with lust.

“You go first babe!” You say happily, moving to hold Leon down. You press a kiss on Ada’s lips, making sure Leon sees.

His eyes burn with desire, whether or not he says it out loud it’s not hard for everyone to see. He attempts to wiggle out of your grasp.

“See you at home, behave this time. No more stolen cars.” She pushes hair out of your face.

“But-”

“No. Stolen. Cars.” Her voice is firm, eyebrow raised. You nod, pouting.

As she sways out of the room, Leon begins to struggle harder. He grunts as you push down harder. You lean close to his ear, hearing the subtle change in his breathing. Your stomach churns again. Desire fills your every thought.

“Please be good, I swear I can make it worth your while.” Leon stiffens, hitting his forehead against the table.

“My job is to catch criminals, not make deals with them.” He says through gritted teeth.

You smile softly, moving your forehead to rest against his shoulder. He stiffens more (if possible at this point.) Your hand grips his wrists harder, letting out a loud sigh.

“If you would give us one night, all of this could go away.”

You let go quickly, sprinting out of the door. Moving quickly out the door Ada left open, you hear Leon shouting something. He’s too close.

You make it out on the street, navigating quickly and smoothly through the traffic and people walking. You hear Leon shout your name, turning to face him.

His face is overcome with a glare, bright red cheeks. Your smile turning into a grin, pulling your hair down from your pony tail you bow dramatically and begin sprinting. You move through a familiar alley, hearing Leon close by. You hide in a doorway, waiting for his footsteps.

“Shit! What the fuck!” He shouts, covering his face with his hands. He reaches for his radio, but isn’t able to send out his message before you dive at him. Tackling him to the ground.

“Gotcha!” You move to pin his hands behind his back again, sitting on his back.

“See! Isn’t this fun?” You say cheerfully. His grunts become louder, more frustrated. “I’m sorry, for what I’m about to do. This is the only way I can get you to cooperate with me.”

You knock him out, his grunts and curses end abruptly. Ada appears from seemingly no where. Her face grim, she leans down and pushes hair out of Leon’s face. Staring you down with an angry look.

“What? This really is the only way we could do this and you know that.” You frown, she presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Let’s move quickly then yn, get him into the car.” She stands as you move to lift him. “Maybe this time, he’ll listen.

Leon wakes to an unfamiliar room. His hands are cuffed to the bed frame, mouth gagged with a cloth. You sit at the edge of the bed, staring off with tears in your eyes. He grunts as he tries to pull his hands away from the bed frame. Your head snaps to him, tears falling from your eyes. You move quickly to the side of the bed, petting his hair and removing the cloth.

“I’m sorry, please don’t be upset. You wouldn’t listen to us, please just give me a moment.”

He looks down at his chest and his heart drops at the sight of no clothing, just his underwear. He whips his head to you, growling.

“What did you do-?”

“No-no-no! Wait, we didn’t touch you! We don’t have air conditioning and it’s hot so- I took them off- you were sweating a lot!” You say, panicked.

“What am I doing here? Who the fuck is we?” He says, anger on his face. He’s breathing fast, Leon looks around attempting to gather his surroundings.

“It’s just us Leon.” Ada says. You stare at her with more tears falling out of your eyes. “She just thought it would be better for you, after I specifically told her it was a bad idea-”

“I just thought.. it-” you say, more tears welling in your eyes.

“Getting me naked was not the move yn.” Leon says. He doesn’t know why, but he feels inclined to cheer you up. He meets your eyes, his gaze dropping to your lips for a moment before looking into your eyes again. He hates that you’ve engrained a soft spot in his heart, although he’s never going to admit to that. You sniffle, moving to sit in front of Ada, your body facing Leon.

“It’s okay sweetheart,” Ada says, petting your hair. Her fingernails scratch softly at your scalp, you shiver.“Talk to him, this is what he’s here for.”

Leon watches closely and she drags a finger nail down your cheek, to your neck, then to your chest finally meeting your-

“Officer Kennedy,” You say, interrupting his thoughts he definitely shouldn’t be having. “I want you, we both do.”

Silence fills the air, he tilts his head in confusion.

“Uh-Okay? So why am I tied up? I still don’t get why I’m even here. What’s going on?”

Ada’s hand stops groping your breast, you both freeze. A good minute of silence later she snorts pulling her hands to her face. You blink rapidly, shaking your head. No, no way. He has to get it right? Is he fucking with the two of you?

“Kennedy, babe,” Ada speaks, her smile apparent in her voice. “She wants you to join us.”

“I’ll never become a criminal. Especially not at this rate.” He says without missing a beat.

Ada snorts again, your mouth drops open. Leon’s cheeks become a bright red. His head tilting again, still confused. You turn around to Ada, a question in your expression. Leon takes the both of you in as you talk quietly.

You have nothing but a tank top and underwear on, Ada is still fully covered in her dress from earlier. The soft candlelight makes it hard to see the two of you very well, but he can spot makeup on the both of you. There’s faux fur on the cuffs, and a vibrator on the bed-

“Oh.” Leon says suddenly, his face darkening with even more color.

You and Ada turn quickly to face him, a blush on your cheeks as well. Leon looks embarrassed, he feels stupid. His head drops and he sighs. When he regains his composer, he meets your eyes, rolling his in annoyance.

“All you had to do was quit fucking up my city’s crime rate and ask yn.”

Your face morphs to shock, even darker can be seen even in the subtle lighting. His eyes drift to your legs, you shift uncomfortably. Ada places a hand on your shoulder and you stop. His eyes meet Ada’s gaze.

“Are you in charge Ada?” He says, his voice an octave lower. Your stomach churns.

She places her hands on your shoulders. Pushing the thin straps down, slowly. Her hands are soft, she smells like vanilla. You whine when she removes her hands just shy of touching your breasts. She kneels next to your ear and whispers something Leon can’t hear. You begin to crawl towards him, settling on his lap. His breath hitches as you lean forward, pressing your lips to his softly.

This kiss feels too intimate, soft and unsure. He pushes forward, his hands grip the cuffs. You can feel him hardening beneath you. You press harder, and the kiss quickly becomes hungry. You pull back, placing your hands on his chest to keep him still.

“If I take off the cuffs, you won’t run?” You say, your face serious. You still sound unsure, still torn up by having to know the poor kid out to get him here.

He’s taken aback by the question, his hard on should’ve been enough proof he wouldn’t. He looks deep into your eyes. Not able to sense any sort of malice.

I guess they both really do just wanna do this.

He nods, eyes on yours. He shifts, a small noise leaving his lips. You smile happily, going to remove the cuffs. He sees Ada moving quickly behind you. Her hand covers yours, staring directly in Leon’s eyes.

“Not yet, keep going.” She says, her voice firm. Your head whips to her, a pout on your lips. She stares into your eyes, shaking her head. You frown harder and remove your hands.

You both lean towards him, your lips on his while Ada begins to suck on his neck. He lets out a breath. Leon gasps when you push your tongue into his mouth, at the same time Ada uses her teeth on his neck.

Your hands move to his underwear, running a finger down his member. He shivers and you pull away. Moving quickly to remove your shirt, his underwear quickly following. You sit on his thighs, using your hand to stroke him slowly.

“Is this okay Officer?” You say, looking at him through your eyelashes.

He moans softly, nodding quickly and bucking his hips. Just how wrong is this?

He pulls at the handcuffs again. Ada stops covering his neck with hickeys, and moves to slowly remove the cuffs. Leon pulls her into a heated kiss, you moan around his cock and Ada pulls away. Leon whines but moves to grope your breasts, another moan leaving the both of you. Ada hums, moving to sit with Leon between her legs. Her dress is hiked up past her thighs, Leon shivers at her warmth.

“Isn’t she gorgeous?” She says into his ear, a whine leaving your lips. Leon nods quickly. She pulls his hands away, the both of them watching you move quickly around him.

You move faster around his cock, Leon whimpers loudly. As you take him, Ada smiles kissing his neck again, she moves to push his hand into your hair. He grips hard, you move quickly up and down his cock, your head bobbing and tongue moving like clock-work.

“That’s my girl yn, just like that.” She says, both you and Leon whining.

“We practiced this,” she says, her voice level. “We used our toys and all she talked about was how much she wanted you. We loved teasing you Kennedy, it made her so wet.”

Leon gasps loudly, throwing his head back. He moans, before attempting to push you off. Your head rises with a pop.

“Please- I want- can I-”

“You wanna fuck her Kennedy?” Ada interrupts, her nails lightly scratching his stomach. He nods quickly.

“Yes- please? I’ll be so good please!” He begs, he almost sounds like he could cry. You’re breathing quickly, shifting your legs. Leon feels Ada nodding at you, and he moves to push you under him.

“C’mon baby, give him what he wants, you’re both being so good for me.”

You lay down, your head on Ada’s thighs. She runs her fingers through your hair. Leon kneels at your cunt, positioning his cock at your hole. You whine, feeling him press forward.

“I’ll go slow.” He says, eyes staring at himself entering you.

“No, she can take it. The whole thing, now.” Ada says, her voice commanding.

You whine as he presses all of himself into you. You moan and the same time, Leon’s infinitely louder. He’s breathing fast, head bowed, eyes closes. He looks at Ada before thrusting carefully, before speeding up.

“There you go,” She says, “Take him, you’re doing so good. My pretty babies.”

Your gasps, Leon’s moans, the slapping of skin fills the room. It’s music to Ada’s ears, motions for Leon to slow down. As you being to whine she removes herself to sit in the corner of the bed, vibrator in hand. She removes her clothing, you and Leon both watch her intently. His thrusts remain slow, the both of you still breathing erratically.

She places a hand on her breast, toying at her nipple. You whine, looking at her desperately. She nods at you letting out a breath. You follow her movement, moaning at your own hand on your nipple. The vibrator buzzes to life, and she places it on her clit. She nods, not looking away from Leon’s cock in your cunt.

His thrusts grow aggressive quickly, your head falling back on the bed. Ada moans, the buzzing making your whole clench. Leon gasps, his thrusts growing erratic.

“So fucking wet.” He says, voice sounding so whiny. So good.

“So good Leon.” You say, looking into his eyes. “Making me feel so good.”

You pull at your nipple harder, wrapping your legs around Leon’s waist. He moves even faster, crying out when you rub at your clit.

“‘M- I’m gonna-” His voice breaks into a whine, leaning forward to take your other nipple into his mouth. You moan loudly, your other hand moving faster, rubbing at your clit.

“Cum for me, both of you.” Ada says, sounding desperate herself.

“C’mon Leon, fill me up. I want it. Please? I’ve been so good.”

The thrusts grow sloppy, his hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. Leon finishes first, shooting himself into your hole. As you feel yourself being filled, you clench around his cock. Ada is the last to finish, moaning loudly, her legs twitching and her head falling back.

Ada is the first to move, cleaning the cum from your cunt. A soft smile on her lips as Leon falls next to you, pulling you into his arms. Ada lays on your other side, wrapping her arms around your waist. She kisses your shoulder, all three of your legs tangled in blankets.

Leon voice breaks the silence, “So… Does this mean you two will stop doing illegal shit?”