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Knock knock

You open the door immediately, already knowing your best friend awaits behind the closed door after texting you mere minutes ago that she was coming over. 

“Do you wanna go shopping?” She asks, walking right past you, making herself at home. 

You shut the door following your best friend Maya into your home, “Ummm, not really, I already had plans.” 

Maya eyes you before reacting, reading you like an open book. “Oh- ohh,” she has a devious smirk on her face, “would those plans include a certain neighbor?” 

Your face heats immediately, as she reads you like an open book. “He finally has some free time from work, so we were going to get dinner and watch a movie.” 

“Yeah, okay,” she snorts, “watch a movie,” she says in finger quotes. We both know that means you’re getting laid by your hot older boyfriend. 

“Maya!” In the midst of shouting, your doorbell rings, so you turn away from her, “You’re in time out.” 

“I didn’t even do anything!” You hear her shout as you make your way to your door, opening it, seeing a very handsome and well-dressed Leon Kennedy. 

“Hey, sweetheart.” He says, leaning down to kiss your cheek. 

“Hey, you’re dressed up, are we going out or ordering food?” You asked him as you led him through the front door, shutting it behind him. 

“About that.” He has a sad look on his face, scared of disappointing you. 

You sigh, already knowing where this is going, “You got called in.” You cross your arms, hugging yourself, knowing you can't be mad at him. You knew he leaves randomly for uncertaint amount of times, but it doesn't make it easier. 

Leon grabs your arms in your hand, rubbing them till you uncross them, “I got the call 15 minutes ago.”

“When you do leave?” you ask, holding both of his hands, squeezing them tight, knowing you're not gonna like the answer. 

Leon huffs, “An hour and a half, and that's me delaying as much as I could.” He leans in, kissing you, pulling you close. You're able to feel his body heat radiating off of him, always thankful for how warm he is. Leon pulls away first, “I'll be back as soon as I can, and I'll make it up to you. I promise.” 

As you lean up to kiss you again, Maya's voice echoes in your apartment, “I wasn't aware it took so long for someone to walk inside.” 

“Maya stopped by, I see,” Leon whispers to you before making his way to the kitchen, where she's sitting on a barstool. You follow closely behind. “Hi Maya.” 

“Hi, Mr. Leon. Done eating my best friend's face?” 

“I wasn't eating her face.” Maya rolls her eyes playfully. You’ve become used to their bickering. 

“You two have fun, I'm going shopping,” Maya gets up from her chair before she makes it past the counter. You stop her before she gets any further. 

“Leon’s gotta leave in an hour and a half, so I can join you if you're okay with waiting?” 

Maya sighs in relief, “Oh, thank god. I didn't wanna go by myself.” 

Leon pulls out his wallet from his back pocket. He pulls out his black card, making you raise your eyebrows in shock. “I know it doesn't make up for me leaving, but maybe it’ll help make your day a little better.”

He holds it in between two fingers in front of you. “I'm not spending your money, Leon.” You tell him, pushing his hand away. 

Leon keeps his body facing you but turns his head to face Maya, holding his card out to her, “Hey Maya, your shopping trip is on me, just make sure she gets some nice things.” 

“On it, Mr. Leon.” She takes his card before making her way towards the door, “Let me know when you're free!” she shouts on her way out. 

The door clicks shut, making Leon turn his full attention to you. “Hi, sweetheart.” 

“Hi.” You mumble under his stare, “You don’t have to pay for my shopping trip. Not your fault, you have to leave.” 

He lifts you up, sitting you on your kitchen counter, standing you in between your legs, “let me do something nice for you.” he kisses the words against your lips. Leon’s hands rub your thighs up and down before grabbing the waist band of your sweatpants shorts. 

“Lee, you don’t have to,” you pant, knowing damn well this is exactly what you want. 

He gestures for you to lift, using his shoulders as leverage while he removes your shorts and panties. “Let’s use our time wisely. You let me make you feel good, then we're gonna lie on the couch and watch an episode of that awful show you love. Okay?” he asks, kissing you till you can’t breathe, massaging your thighs. 

“Okay,” you pant against him. Leon adjusts you back on the counter so he can lean over and devour you alive. His arms wrap around your thighs, kissing your thighs, slowly taking his time with you. “Lee, please,” you beg. 

He bites your thigh, catching you by surprise, “Don’t rush me, sweetheart, it's just as much for me as for you.” You moan as he finally makes his way to suck on your clit. Your thighs clench around his head, feeling his stubble scratch your inner thighs. 

Leon uses his hands to help spread you apart, licking up your slit, sucking on your clit. One of your hands is behind you, holding yourself up, while the other goes into Leon's hair, pushing his bangs back, gripping his hair. Leon looks up at you, seeing your head thrown back in pleasure. He yanks you closer to him, his beard scratching up your inner thighs, only bringing you more pleasure. Your moans get louder when he lets go of one of your thighs, bringing his finger up to collect some of your slit, pushing it into you with ease. 

“Fuck- Leon, please,” you beg. 

Leon removes his mouth from you, keeping his fingers curling, hitting your spot perfectly, “Please, what sweetheart?” 

“Please, baby, I wanna cum.”

“Oh, don't worry, you will be beautiful.” He connects his mouth back on your clit, messily making out with you. The sounds coming from where you two connect are unholy. Your arm holding you up is shaking as you tremble under him. It soon gives out, making you fall back onto your forearm, gripping Leon’s hair tighter. He moans into you in response. The pressure in you builds up, making your thighs squeeze around Leon's head. 

You bit your lip, holding back your moans, making Leon slap your thigh to get you to stop. You mumble out an apology, not holding back your moans anymore out of fear of him stopping. “I'm about to cum, Lee.” You push his face closer to you, borderline suffocating him, not that he would complain. 

Leon focuses on your clit, sucking harder and working his fingers faster. Your moans get louder as your body finally releases, making you shake in his hold. Your hand drops from his head. He works you through your orgasm before pulling away and removing his finger. “How you feeling, sweetheart?” 

You smile, giving him a thumbs up, “amazing.” You push yourself, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “Thank you,” you mumble against his lips. “Ima miss you.”

He sighs against your lips, “I know, sweetheart, ima miss you too.” His hands rest against your hips. “Think you can stand?” 

“We’ll, see,” you tell him as he lifts you off the counter, avoiding the mess you just made. He gets down on his knees, helping you step back into your clothes. You use his shoulders to hold yourself up as you step one foot in at a time into your panties and shorts. As he pulls them up, he kisses your clit one last time, making you jump from the stimulation. 

He stands up, putting a hand on your cheek, kissing you slowly, “Go get comfy, and I'll join you in a second.” You kiss him one more time before making your way to the couch, getting comfy with your favorite blanket. 

Leon digs around for your cleaning products, wiping off the counter while you grab your remote and play a trashy reality show. Leon makes his way to the couch where you're cuddling up with your blanket. He takes off his shoes, leaving them by your couch before taking his spot next to you on the couch. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you in close, and you toss your blanket over both of you in response. 

“You'll be safe, right?” You mumble, cheek pressed against his chest. 

He kisses your forehead, “always, sweetheart.” 

“Promise?” you ask, looking up at him. 

“Pinky promise.” he hooks his pinky with yours, kissing you on the lips. “I’ll be back before you know it.” 

You nod slightly, then go back to lying your head on his chest while wrapping your arm around his waist, squeezing him tight against you. That's how you two stay for the rest of your time together. Leon kisses your head every so often. 

Halfway through your second episode, Leon’s phone goes off with an alarm letting him know it's time to go. You sit up, watching him put on his boots and lace them up. Leon looks over at you, watching as you chew on your bottom lip. 

“Hey, stop that.” His hand finds its way to your cheek, using his thumb to pull your bottom lip from between your teeth. “I'll be back before you know it.”

“I know. I just miss you.” 

“I’ll miss you too, baby.” He leans in, giving you a long, sweet kiss.

A tear slips down your face, and Leon swipes it away, “I'll make it up to you when I get back, I promise.”

He kisses you again. “Until then, use my card for anything you need while I'm gone. Since I won't be here to take care of you.” 

You breathe out a laugh, “I don't need you funding everything.”

“Maybe I want to. Ever think about that smartass?” You both laugh, kissing again. 

Many Hours Later: 

“Leon, you there?” Sherry asked, talking into her headset. 

Leon grunts, “Yeah, I'm here.” 

“You know how you told me to keep track of your personal things while in the field? I have your bank account pulled up. There's a lot of activity.” 

Leon chuckles, “How bad is she making my pockets hurt?” 

“Does she even have enough room for all these shoes?” Sherry’s eyes scan over a list of all the stores they've shopped at, ignoring his question, “Hell, does she even have room for all these shopping bags?” 

Leon smiles, “That’s my girl.”        

As he drives off, you decide this is the perfect time to tease him. You take off your seatbelt, causing him to glance over at you, “Eyes on the road, pretty boy.” You tell him. 

You lean over the center console to kiss his cheek, doing it again and again, making your way across his jaw. 

“Fuck, babe, wait till we get there.” He groans. 

“Why wait?” You whisper in his ear, rubbing your hand from his thigh up to the cock, gripping him through his jeans, “You just need to focus on the road right now.” You kiss his cheek again before moving to unbuckle his belt. 

“Baby, wait till we get th-“ his words are cut off by a moan as you stroke his cock. You spit on his tip, dragging it down with your hand before leaning over the console, putting him in your mouth, sucking hard. 

As you put more of him in your mouth, you feel the whole jeep jerk back on the road. You come off Leon’s cock scolding him, “Keep your eyes on the road, or you won’t be getting anything at all from me.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” He groans while he keeps his eyes forward on the road, guiding you two to your destination. Every time his eyes shut, from the pleasure of you moving your head up and down, taking him as far as you can without choking, he has to force himself to keep his eyes on the road. “You trying to get us killed, baby?” 

You hum against his cock before Leon grabs a fist full of your hair, pulling you off him to where he pulls out your mouth, leaving a trail of spit. “Don’t you know better than to speak with a mouth full?” 

“Mmmm, I love it when you're bossy.” You go in for a kiss before he stops you. 

He laughs, “You're not getting anything else from me till we make it to our spot.” 

“Ugh, fine,” you sigh while he tucks himself back in, “don’t have to be so lame lee” 

Leon playfully rolls his eyes, “We're gonna be there in two minutes, and you can have just what you want, needy girl.”

“Says the man who just drove like a getaway driver to get me alone.” 

“Yeah, because the last thing I need is dealing with your dad.” Leon quickly pulls into a parking spot. 

It’s a routine for you two to go to your favorite spot. It’s up on a lookout of the city near where a lot of people come to go camping and hiking. Thankfully, no one is here at 1 am other than the lone van or two from people camping. 

He unbuckles his seat belt, turning his jeep off, before grabbing you by your face, pulling you in close, and kissing you deeply. 

Leon pulls away from you, both heavy breathing, smiles like idiots, “hi baby.” 

“Hi.” You giggle before pulling away, gesturing to the back seat. 

“Ladies first.” He says, kissing you one last time before letting go of you so you can climb into the back seat. As you make your way into the back of his jeep, he smacks your ass. 

“Ow! Leon Scott!” You yelled at him as you sat down in the back. 

He fights back a smile, “Sorry, baby, had to.” He quickly makes his way to the back, joining you and pulling you in so you’re on top of him. 

You’re both thankful for it being the colder months, so the top is on his jeep, blocking you two away from any eyes. 

Your fingers drag through his hair, lightly tugging on his blonde strands, while kissing him feverishly. 

Grabs hands roam your body, gripping your hips before moving down to your ass, making you grind harder on him. 

“Looks like you’re the needy one.” You moan in his ear. 

Leon’s pale skin can’t hide how flustered he gets when you’re intimate with him, “just giving my girl what she wants since she couldn’t wait on the ride here.” You grind against him while kissing his neck, “Fuck- can’t wait to make you feel good, baby.” 

You start to push off his jacket, letting him take it off while you take yours off. He pushes your tank top up just enough so that one hand can rest on your bare skin, while the other grabs your face, pulling you back in for a messy kiss. As your hands make their way to Leon’s belt, you hear a noise outside his jeep, making you pull away from Leon. 

“What was that?” you whisper to Leon, trying to look out the window behind Leon’s head. 

“The wind, baby, no one else is around here,” he reassures you, pulling you back in, trying to kiss you again, before you hear pounding on the side of the door. 

You both sit up on high alert. Once you see the person, you instantly recognize them and scream, “Fuck! That’s my dad.” 

Leon halfway makes it to the front seat, trying to start the car when, “Where are the damn keys!” 

“Check the floor, Lee!” Before Leon could reach for the keys, the back door was yanked open, and Leon was pulled out. 

“What the hell are you doing with my daughter?” Your dad screams, kicking Leon in his stomach. 

You stumble your way out of his jeep, falling to the ground in front of him. Leon is holding himself up on one arm while the other is holding his stomach. 

“Fuck that hurt,” Leon mumbles while you put a hand to his face, looking into his eyes. You zone out your dad’s screaming in the back while you get Leon to sit up. You don’t hear the insults your dad is throwing at you, or what Leon says back. You only see his actions; he stands up and pushes you behind him. Before you know it, your dad is walking back to his car, still screaming and waving his arms around. 

“He wins Father of the Year.” Leon has a deadpan stare, making you laugh through the tears you didn't even know were falling down your face. “Hey, hey, we're okay, you're okay, I'm okay were okay.” He wipes your tears, pulling you into his chest. 

“I'm sorry. " I'm so sorry, fuck I'm sor-,” you say in a broken sob, “I didn't know he would hurt you.” 

Leon could cry from seeing you this upset, worrying about him when you have to go home to him. “Let's look at the bright side, it was just part of my soon-to-be training for the academy.” 

You laugh/cry at his attempt to make this situation less scary for you, “Come on, baby, let's get your jacket on you, and we can go back to my place. 

You leave for his place with a smile, knowing he's the man you wanna marry, because he's what a man should be. You know, he'll make a great dad in the future, and you're thankful to have him in. Even if the night didn't go as planned, you're still by his side, and nothing can break what you two have built.  

Leon S. Kennedy. DSO's favorite agent. The man who survived the apocalypse on his first day of being a police officer, who saved the president's daughter, even with an alcohol addiction, has still saved the world multiple times, and, most importantly, your favorite thing to stare at. 

Even at the age of 51, he is the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. The few times you’ve gotten to talk to him made you feel like a teenager again. Not that, that was that long ago for you. You’re only 26, working alongside Sherry, being the eyes and ears for DSO agents. Part of you envies the fact that you don’t get to work with Leon, talking to him and guiding him through missions, but you know it's for the best. 

Even now, you're distracted by him, the blonde man sitting in the office, writing up what you assume is a report on the mission he just got back from. 

“You’re starring. Again.” Sherry says, offering you a fresh cup of coffee, standing in front of you, blocking your view of Leon. Since Leon got back from that mission, he’s been brighter. Which isn't how you would normally describe him. You found out by c accident after seeing Sherry take the cure, that they had been infected with the t-virus. 

You dropped your empty cup in the trash before taking the fresh cup, Sherry. “Yeah…” you dragged out, taking a sip of your drink, focusing your attention on your favorite coworker. 

She sips her drink before sighing at you, “I care about you, y/n, but this is painful to watch. And it's borderline becoming a problem. It’s a miracle you don’t have an hr case.” 

“I promise I don’t stare as much as I use too if that makes it better.” 

“No, not really.” 

“He most definitely thinks I’m a freak. I don’t know what it is about him. Like I’m aware I shouldn’t crush on a coworker, but damn.” 

“You need to get over it one of these days, and I don’t mean that in a mean way.”

”Yeah, I know.” You take a sip of your coffee. 

Sherry rolls her eyes, “He’s mentioned the starring.” 

Your face goes red, dropping your head, “Yeah, that’s embarrassing. I’m going to go hide now.” You quickly make your way out of the office, heading down a couple of flights of stairs to the shooting range. You knew you would zone out and stare sometimes, but you always caught yourself eventually, and you truly didn’t stare that often. He’s always busy, so you only see him in passing, and you’ve barely held any conversations with him. 

You enter the shooting range, grabbing a pair of headphones to drown out the sound of the other agents shooting their targets. You go and check out a gun signing your name on the paper before heading to a stall to shoot. 

You used to work out in the field, but after losing your partner and suffering some trauma, you got taken out of the field. You miss it, but some things aren’t worth going back out into. It’s why you admire Leon so much. His first day out in the police force, and he survived the apocalypse. 

The fucking apocalypse. Who the hell survives the apocalypse on their first day in the force? Honestly, who survived half the things he survived? You’ve seen the reports. The imaginable horror he’s seen. He’s who you wished you could’ve been. And you were for a while. One of the youngest agents out in the field, and now here you are, missing some shots. 

A year ago, you wouldn’t miss it. Now, 7 out of 10 of your shots hit the target. Out of the corner of your eye, you see other agents bringing in their targets, seeing all of their shots hitting spot on. Before you know it, you're left alone in the shooting range, going again. 

Your next go around, you've got 8 out of 10 shots. Better, but in this field. You can’t miss. You're not allowed to miss. Missing a shot determines if you live or not. That’s how your partner died in front of you. 

PTSD. That’s what you got diagnosed with after the assignment that cost you your partner's life. 

You slide your headphones off, leaving them around your neck, before leaning against the edge of the booth. You hear the sound of the door opening, choosing to ignore it. You feel the presence of someone walking up behind you. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the familiar jacket that you know too well. 

Of course, Leon would come in here. 

“Agent Kennedy.” You say 

lowly. 

He takes your gun before gesturing for you to move out of the way so he can take your spot. 

You step back, letting him take over, and he hits the target with every shot. Perfectly. 

“I’ve read your file. Top marksman of your class.” He turns to you before setting your gun down. You look down at where he places it. “I read what happened last year.” 

“Thanks for bringing that up.” You replied, rubbing a hand on your forehead. 

“I wanted to know more about the person who can’t keep their eyes off me. Starting to become a problem, Agent.” 

You can feel the heat rush to your cheeks. “Yeah- um- sorry about that.” 

He stands up taking your gun and puts a new magazine in it, before handing it to me. “Go again.” 

You take the gun out of his hand, looking at him, “Why?” 

“Just do it.” He says, taking the spot behind you, “I’m going to guide you through this.” 

You feel him behind you. Knowing his eyes are on you. Feeling him close to your ear, telling you to raise your gun. 

“I can’t focus with you this close.” 

“And why is that?” He asked, already knowing the answer. “If you end up in the field, you need to be able to shoot. No matter what distractions are going on.” 

“I’m out of field work, which is why I’m at a desk.” You grumbled. 

“Things can change. So focus. Take a deep breath, and you hit that target.” 

You take a deep breath, doing your best to focus on the target in front of you. Shot after shot, you still only hit 8 of them. You huff out a breath, feeling Leon walk away before returning to you. 

“Again.” He states, handing you another magazine. “If you can get all of them, I’ll give you an award.” 

You huff before mumbling, “What’s the award?” 

He leans close to your ear, whispering, “Hit your target and find out.” 

Your cheeks heat up again at him, whispering in your ear. He knows what he does to you. He figured it out easily. Agent Leon Kennedy figured you all out just from your staring. 

After taking a deep breath and clearing your head, you focus every part of your brain on your target. One more deep breathe and you start shooting. The sound of each shot rings through your ears since you never put your headphones back on to muffle the sound. The second you’re out of ammo, Leon hits the button, bringing your target closer. You lower your gun, seeing that you hit it. All 10 shots perfectly. 

“Look at you go, Agent. Great job,” Agent Kennedy praises before reaching around the front of you, taking your gun, setting it to the side, “all you needed was some motivation and to focus.” 

He taps your waist, signalling you to turn around, “Want your reward now?” 

You look up at him, asking what the reward is, trying to ignore how close you are. You two are standing so close that the tips of your shoes are touching, and you can feel his body heat radiating off of him. 

“I’m only doing this once, so don’t read too much into this. I just need to get you to stop staring at me.” He places a hand on the ledge behind you, caging you in. 

“I don’t mean to stare-“ he cuts you off, placing a hand on your face, pulling you close into a kiss. Just a few seconds of his lips on yours. The little action causes your mind to run a million miles a minute and your heart to beat out of your chest. When he pulls away, your eyes are still shut, and you’re frozen in place. 

“See you later, Agent,” Leon says lowly before turning around and leaving. 

When you hear the door shut to the firing range, your body can finally breathe. All you can do is mumble, asking what the fuck Leon S. Kennedy just kissed me. 

-so much sneaking around

-any time his family is gone on coven business and his siblings are with other people since he can’t be trusted with them alone he’s having you over

-He’s tainting the whole house

-bed, couch, kitchen counters, pool

-ohhhhh I just know pool sex would be amazing

-I feel like Kai would be an equal amount of sweet and mean in bed

-sweet when he’s in a good mood

-mean ish when he’s angry

-which is always so I guess not really equal on the sweet and mean in bed

-When he’s in a good mood he’s taking his sweet time with you

-the sweet kisses

-holding your hand

-being gentle with his touches

-full princess treatment

-making sure you get off multiple times

-talking you through it

-soft whispers in the ear

-now if he’s angry

-its rougher

-grabbing at you till there’s bruises on your thighs and hips

-Throwing you around like a rag doll

-its his way of being able to take control and let anger out

-and boy does he have anger

-let’s say theres a bad fight with his dad

-he’s 100% heading to your place to release some tension on you

-pinning you against the wall hand around the neck

-oversimutlating you till your using your safe word

-He wouldn’t push pass the save word

-If you say no or use a safe word and you’re ready to stop he’s stopping immediately

-some days you gotta give him the princess treatment

-riding him slowly

-praising him

-kisses all over

-giving him all the love he needs

-his turn ons with you would be how safe you make him feel

-how your touch makes it feel like electricity flowing through his veins

-dragging your hairs up and down his arm or thighs