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CW: SMUT MDNI, Office Au!! Age gap established, Power imbalance, Boss/Assistant trope, masturbation, Sub dom dynamics (Leon is subbing but he helps you dom him a bit so I think that comes under it?), Praise Kink, Leon being a a tiny bit manipulative (Relax guys, it won't be that bad), Oral (F! receiving), fingering.
A/N: So, I wrote this cause one of my moots @writingwisterias sent me this ask in the morning xD. And tbh it's not her fault I started this whole thing & I don't regret it lol. I wrote this fic in a few hours so maybe it's still a bit okayish? If you find some grammar mistakes? No you didn't 👀. Btw I'm sorry in advance if any of you find the pacing fast.
Lil tags: @lulualuana @fawnsflowerbed @miss-oranje-disco-dancer (i think you will all like it Or maybe not)
Summary: You walked in on your boss in a compromising position. Now what was going to happen to you?
WC: 4.3K
He thinks you're a sexy assistant of his with a waist he would love to grab & plow you from behind. Yeah he felt he was a pervert for imagining that. Plus everyone has office crushes or something these days.
There was no harm if he didn't do anything about it.
There's always been tensions between you two. But after years of working at corporate he had learned to hide his expressions well, You? Not so much. He could tell that even the simplest touch could make you fluster.
So he makes sure to touch you every now and then to see you fluster just a tiny bit. His hand drops to the small of your waist as he pushes you gently aside to get to the coffee pot in the break room, or squeezing your elbow as he thanks you for a job well done, brushing his hand against yours as he reaches for a pen to sign a few documents.
And it works and it makes his day a bit better knowing he still got it to make a young girl fluster.
You however, take subtle revenge in your own ways. Popping open a button or two when you go into his office to drop a few files on his desk, maybe dropping something on the floor to bend to pick it up, using a straw to drink something whenever you can. To show how well you can suck...the drinks of course but his imagination runs wild just enough.
Just a few tricks and he's flustered as well, he hides it well from his face...but his pants don't. He had to assume you liked him just enough too but he didn't have it in him to commit an HR violation by asking you out.
So after one day of rough meeting with the superiors, you could tell he wasn't in the mood. You tried bringing him coffee, talking to him sweetly. But instead, it worked opposite, a big frown on his face as he asks you to get out of his office. How rude, you were just being nice to the old man, guess it doesn't count these days.
But you couldn't be more wrong because things worked even if you didn't mean them to. After that rough meeting, you acting so sweet and helpful to cheer him up ended up short circuiting his brain. His pretty as a doll, half his age who could possibly be thought as his hypothetical daughter's age. Being all so caring to him and his grumpy old self. Maybe if he did have a daughter your age he could stop himself for what he was about to do next in his office.
He hurriedly closes the door or he thinks he did. He doesn't care right now, all he needs is something to help him relax from that shitty meeting besides he made sure you wouldn't enter.
He sits & leans back on his chair, taking out the emergency tissue box he always had. Spreading his legs wide and closing his eyes as he unzips his pants, pulling down his briefs just enough. Groaning as he starts to jerk off his semi hard cock, his head going to his usual fantasy of you as he works his dick…
Your face buried in the pillows as he grabs onto your waist and continues to fuck you from behind. He'd like to think you'd be into that, maybe he'd have teased you about fucking your boss for some promotion, maybe he'd have called you a few things in bed to see how you'd have reacted. He'd like to think, he was still good enough in bed to get you to moan for him…
Or if he was too tired for sex, maybe you both would be here in his office, you on his office desk with his face buried in between your legs, eating you out like a monster. Oh god, he would love to taste you, feeling your lovely hands tug his hair as you ride his face. God, it was too good...He was so close now... Just a little...
"Sir, I'm sorry to disturb you but Hunnigan is asking, Oh!—”
What? The fuck where that came from in his fantasy?
He opens his eyes back up and freezes as he realizes you were standing in his office, face red as a tomato and mouth agape from the sight of him pleasuring himself.
His eyes widen as he scrambles to think what to do in this situation. He could just apologize to you and hope to all the gods that you don't report this to HR. Or… maybe… he could be a tad bit manipulative? And smart with it.
He calms himself down and looks in your eyes as he slowly fixes himself, hoping you take it all in…unzipping his pants as he does, and taking out a few tissues as he wipes his hands clean. And throws the tissues in the trash.
He looks back at her with a smug smile. “...You needed help with something?”
You stare at him in shock as you try to calm yourself from what you just say. “Uhh… no…No help…umm…”
He raises an eyebrow and says. “No?”
You nervously grip the file that was in your hands and brush your hair away from your face. “Yeah… no… I can just say Hunnigan to call later—”
“No, tell me, what does she need…?” his voice slowly turns low as he gets off his chair and slowly stalks towards you, with his hands in his pockets.
His words obviously were not directed at Hunnigan right now and seeing you realize that was…fun.
Your eyes widen as a deer caught in headlights as you scramble for an excuse to leave. You turn around, grip the door handle, getting it to open. “It's totally fine, Sir! I will just tell her to bother you some other time—”
But he catches up to you & places his hand on the door to prevent it from opening. He crowds your space. He could smell your soft perfume up so close, Vanilla, he guesses in his head.
He waits for you to turn and face him, when you do, he lowers his voice further. “She can…bother…me anytime…” His hand slowly comes up to gently brush your hair aside & tuck it behind your ear. As his eyes flick back to yours as he asks. “Tell me… what she needs?”
Your breathing was heavier, you hoped this was just some wet dream instead that you could wake up from. Walking in on your boss like that, the one who you were crushing on for so many months & now he was close enough to kiss you if you asked…
But you really shouldn't. You should run at the chance.
So you take a slow deep breath and slowly bring the file between you both that was getting assaulted by your tight grip for so long. And as calmly as possible reply. “She…wanted you to sign a few places here.”
Leon looks in your eyes for quite some time and then slowly takes the file from your hands. He stands back up straighter, creating some space between you two, slipping back into his usual work mode. He opens the file, takes out a small pen from his pants pocket as he signs where it was necessary. And hands it back to you.
You slowly take the file from him and weakly force the words out. “Can I…go?”
Leon takes a deep breath as he steps further back to let you leave.
You nod, grateful to escape this tension. You open the door to leave when his voice floats to your ears.
“Knock, next time you come in, sweetheart…” His tone was full of taunt.
You don't bother looking back or replying. And simply leave.
He takes a deep breath when you leave, now he is convinced that you won't tell anyone. Although he is still frustrated that he didn't get to cum & that he's gonna have a bad case of blue balls now.
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After an hour or so, he manages to leave his office and go to your desk that was just outside his, to check on you.
You looked like you were having a bit of a tough time with the work. It was only fair as a good boss he helped you out of course.
He slowly walks to your desk and gently knocks on the wood to get your attention. “Need some ‘help’?” His voice is smooth.
You look up to him and immediately freeze in your work. “Oh…Sir… uhh… no I'm all good actually. Just a few typo mistakes you know how it is.” And chuckle nervously.
He smiles all too innocently at your discomfort and teases. “Oh? Sorry for ‘walking’ in & ‘disturbing’ you for that…I'm sure you can handle yourself.”
You look back at his smug face and could feel your anger rising along with your some more arousing thoughts.
God, he was so smug, why was he so smug? You could go to HR any moment. Why was he testing you like this? And God, you didn't know whether to slap the shit out of him or tug at his tie to kiss him and make out in the entire office & give him a real scandal to worry about.
You still can't get that image out of your head. His head thrown back, his hands eagerly working on his dick, eyes shut & chasing his relief, maybe he didn't realize it but you heard him whimpering your name too. And after that little stunt in his office you can't even forget it even if you tried.
As you were debating whether to slap or kiss him in the middle of work. Someone else came to your desk to drop a file.
“What are you guys talking about?” Dave asked. He was also one of your older coworkers but he was a sweet guy with a family of his own.
Leon turns to him and his eyes flicker with mischief as he sees the opportunity. “Oh nothing, just sharing stories of the dangers of someone walking in at the wrong time at a workplace. Like so much is going on all the time…And walking in at the wrong time can make things…explode.”
Dave chuckles and smiles. “Oh yeah, you don't have to tell me. At my last job, I walked in on my boss having a full blown argument on a call once.”
Leon's eyes flick to you, mischief alive in his eyes. “Hmm… just a call, huh?” And smirks at you. You glare at him, wanting to kill him for this.
Dave doesn't notice it and keeps on going. “Yeah, it didn't go well for me. He started blowing on me for not knocking instead!”
Leon smirks down at you as he says. “I mean he did have a point on knocking…”
Dave nods. “Yeah, but I did knock, but yeah I guess I should have waited for him to yell ‘Come in' before going in.” He laughs and says. “Never gonna make that mistake again.”
Your face grows more red as he continues to talk. Leon and you both in a little bit of a staring contest of your own, knowing he was clearly winning. You turn away and smile at Dave. “Thanks Dave. Hey, I'd love to chat more with you. But you know these files…”
Dave raises his hand in mock surrender. “Oh sure sure. Keep going.. Will talk later.” As he walks away.
Leon gives you a smug smile and deadpans. “See, even Dave had to learn the hard way to always knock when you go to see the boss.”
You glare at him and give him a tight smile. “I understand, Sir…” You clear your throat and get up from your chair. “I'm going to go to the archives, to get a few things… if that's all.”
You don't wait for his answer as you walk down the Hall to get to the archives. It was just a small old office filled with old file cabinets but everyone went there to either hookup or cry about their life.
You don't focus on anything else as you open the door to the archives and get inside. You lean back against the door to take a few breaths in and sigh. Still feeling your cheeks heat up whenever you remember it, him teasing you like this. God, you should go to HR and be done with it.
But you couldn't & right now you really shouldn't explore the ‘why, you won't go to HR about this major thing’ so it was best to bury yourself in work.
You walk further in the office to look around, trying to distract yourself, seeing if there was actually something useful.
As soon as you started to look around. You could hear someone else also coming in the archives and locking the door behind them.
“Hey don't lock—” You turn to face the person who did and freeze in your spot, feeling your cheeks heat up again.
Leon simply raises his hands in surrender as he says. “Relax, I just want to talk.”
You flush more as you cross your arms and look at him. “I… don't know what you are talking about.” You rub your hand behind your neck and look away from him.
Leon rolls his eyes and walks over to you. “Oh come on…”
You take a step back and say. “I don't want to.”
“Well we have to.”
You scoff and exasperatedly wave your hands around. “Why? I'm trying to forget about it!”
Leon shakes his head and scoffs. “Yeah, doing a marvelous job at it, by the way.” As he eyes you up and down seeing the nervous wreck you were.
“Hey! You're in no position to judge me. I can go to HR anytime you know.”
Leon raises an eyebrow and smirks at you. “Right…if you were going to, you'd have done so by now.”
He was right but you don't want to admit it. “That's…doesn't make sense… maybe I'm waiting for the right time to say to them.”
Leon scoffs and asks. “Right time? What does that mean?”
You shrug and frustratedly cross your arms and glare at him. “I don't know, I will go to HR when I think it's right and when I'm ready to talk about it.”
Leon looks at you with a curious expression, his lips slowly turning into a smirk as he realizes. And slowly starts to walk towards you again. “Ahh… Blackmail. I'm impressed.”
Your eyes widen as you start to step back. “No that's not, Uff—” Your back hits one of the cabinets, curse you, stupid small archive room.
Leon shakes his head as he crowds your space and leans down to face you. “Oh, that's exactly what you meant. I have to say, never thought a sweet & cunning girl like you could be so… ruthless. Blackmailing your boss?” His voice lowers as he whispers. “I have to say it does turn me on…” And smirks at you.
He could see his words starting to have an effect on both of you, your face flushing red, the tension between you two feeling more thick.
He continues to talk. “Because let's be honest, you're not as innocent as you make yourself out to be…I know all your little tricks to tease me.”
“That's insane… I never did any of that.”
He chuckles, very amused by your defiance even though you clearly wanted him. He gently brushes his knuckles over your cheek and whispers. “If you're blackmailing me… do it properly…”
Your breath hitches at his words, wanting to get the words out but you can't.
Leon sees how you were hesitating, you clearly wanted to go further, he just had to give you a little push. He continues. “I will do anything…for you to not go to HR.” He leans in whispers teasingly in your ear. “You want to see me begging on my knees for you to not tell others what you saw in the office? Begging & apologizing to you…so hard that you see stars?”
Heat pools between your legs, your eyes widening briefly at the offer, you knew what he was saying. And well, the door was locked this time. So no harm, right?
You clear your throat and take a deep breath. Ready to play his little game. “Get on your knees and beg.”
His grin widen at your order and gently brushes his finger on your soft lips. “Atta girl…” And slowly leans in to kiss you. His stubble prick your soft skin as he kisses you, when he doesn't feel you respond to his kiss, he starts to pull away, fearing he did too much.
But you grab him by his collar and pull him back to you, kissing him back harder. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” And bite down on his lower lip that makes him groan a bit too loudly.
Leon could cum from that moment alone, with the way you were putting him in his place, god this was even better than his fantasies. “Yes ma'am.” And kisses you back eagerly, bringing his knee between your legs and moving your hips so you could grind against them. “Use me, baby.”
You moan against his lips and wrap your arms against him and eagerly grind for him. Feeling blissful and too out of it as you do. And you both barely started.
His hands eagerly roam over your body as his tongue dances with yours, the kisses turning and sloppy and hotter.
You pull away to undress him but he stops your movements. You scrunch your face up and frown. “What… let me…”
He shakes his head and pushes your hands away from his clothes and whispers in between the kisses. “This is about you…and me just begging… and making up to you…So, let me… you just tell me what to do.”
You couldn't believe this was actually happening, were you going to control your boss? While he's ‘begging’, this is definitely some poor wet dream you are having right now. And God you never wanted to wake up if this was actually a dream.
Leon closes his eyes and starts kissing down your neck, no hickies there, since you are all still at work. His hands slowly move down to your hips, gently caressing them through the pencil skirt you were wearing, feeling you up. He bites on your earlobe. “Relax… no one's gonna know… it's not everyday your boss wants to beg for you.”
Your breath hitches as you close your eyes and slowly start to relax further in his grip. “Okay…”
He pecks your lips when you so obediently start to relax for him. “Good girl…so perfect. Go on, tell me what to do.”
You mumble out. “Get on your knees…”
He clicks his tongue and kisses your collarbone. “Try it again.”
You take a deep breath and say it more firmly. “Get on your knees and beg me, so you don't get fired for jerking off in front of your assistant.”
He smirks against your neck & slowly pulls away and looks in your eyes, the desire in his eyes mirrors yours and he couldn't help but thank all his lucky stars in that moment. He continues to look in your eyes as he slowly gets down on his knees for you.
He smirks at the tiny gasp you let out at the sight but doesn't comment on it, he's just gonna remember it for life. He slowly slowly lifts one of your legs on his shoulder and gently caresses the skin, massaging it almost.
He looks back in your eyes for a moment then turns his head just enough to plant a kiss just above your ankle and whispers. “I'm sorry you had to see that in the office.”
He drops another a bit higher. “Sorry, that I was jerking myself thinking about you…”
Another one on your calves. “Sorry, that I always think about you when I jerk off…”
Another one under your knee. “Sorry, that I'm such a pervert when it comes to you but I can't stop it.”
Your breathing was heavier, this was unreal, you can't help but continue watching him as he places those kisses so sweetly, you could stay like this forever.
His hands then slide up your hips to bunch up your skirt as he continues kissing up your thigh, mumbling incoherently now, kisses growing desperate. “Sorry, I always hoped that this… would happen…” And gently bites down on your upper thigh, making you gasp in surprise.
He doesn't waste time asking for permission and buries his face in between your legs, his nose bumping to your panties. His both hands grip your hips as he takes deep breath, your arousal feeling up his senses and he never felt more hungry for anything in his life. “Baby you smell even better than I imagined.” He flattens his tongue and tries to taste you through the fabric, groaning when he finally gets the taste. “Mm, we should always do this…” and plants a kiss over it.
Your face burns red from either embarrassment or how hot this situation actually was. No man ever enjoyed being between your legs this much as he was. And it made you feel embarrassed with how much he was praising you. “You're liking that too much…”
Leon huffs out a laugh, his hands gently rubbing the smooth expanse of your hips as he looks up at you. “Just trying to do my job well. You're still blackmailing me, so I have to beg really well now.”
He says this much and starts to make out with your pussy through your panties. That makes your groan, god he was so filthy with it. His tongue rubbing your slit and thanks to how wet you were, the fabric was now sticking to your folds like a second skin.
You couldn't handle his teasing. Your fingers lace through his dark hair and tug at it harshly. “Take it off, and do it properly.”
Another harsh tug to his hair makes him whine. He nods and mumbles “Yes, ma'am.”
His hands eagerly tug down your fabric and immediately pocketing it in his back pocket, exposing your glistening cunt. He stares at it dazedly and buries his face immediately and starts to eat you out like a dying man in thirst of water.
You couldn't control your moans even if you wanted to. Your hands grips his shoulders tightly as he eats you desperately but with tact. His nose bumping your clit as his tongue slips inside to taste you, his stubble prick your sensitive skin but that only heightens the sensations if anything. He grips your hips in a tight vice grip when he feels you shifting your hips. He was gonna beg on his terms.
He was playing with your cunt, alternating his motions. Spelling out his name with his tongue in between your legs and then sucking harshly on your clit. He was also noting what type of noises you were making when he did some move with his tongue. Doing the things you like again and again to get you to cry out for him.
You were a mess, it was almost embarrassing if it wasn't that much hotter with how much his tongue had you in control. You were already so close to your impending orgasm. The band in your stomach threatening to snap any moment.
You try moving your hips away to delay it but he was having none of it. Instead he doubles down and tightens his grip over your hips and pulls away from your cunt just enough to slide two of his fingers inside your pussy without warning and starts to suck on your clit harshly. Making you moan louder than before, god he was so ruthless.
He pulls away again just to see how your hips eagerly grinded on his fingers. “God, look at your pussy, sucking my fingers in… poor her, she barely got attention did she?” He shakes his head, feigning disappointment. “Good thing, I'm here…”
Your legs tremble gripping the cabinets with all your strength, your hands whitening from the tight grip as you start to get close. You open your eyes briefly and mumble out. “I'm so close…”
Leon kisses your clit and says. “Let go of yourself for me, baby.” And curls his fingers just right to get you to cum for him.
There was no stopping after that, your orgasm crashes down on you like a wrecking ball. Biting down on your lips not to scream his name too loud since you were all still in the office.
He replaces his fingers with his mouth and helps you ride your high, lapping up everything your pussy was giving to him. He only stops when you whimper from the overstimulation and tries to push his head away.
After a moment he pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and sucking on his fingers to get the last of your sweet elixir.
Once he is done, he stands back up pulling you in his arms with a gentle grip and kissing you slowly. You melt in his arms, whining softly when you taste yourself on his tongue but he holds onto you tightly and pulls down your skirt & smoothes it. He pulls away briefly and gently brushes the tears away from your eyes. You didn't even realize you were crying because of your high.
He helps you fix yourself and then fixes himself. And then pulls you in his arms & gently peppers soft kisses over your face. You try to make sense of what happened between you two.
But one thing was sure, there was no turning back.
I'm sure I could have smoothened this all out better but tbh I was too eager to write this out. I'm sorry guys if the pacing wasn't that well. But I also wrote it in a few hours. So if it's possible go easy on me🙏
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Summary: A big fat crush on your coworker and a walk home in the rain.
Word count: 1,910
Notes: I was struggling to write and than Vendetta Leon. Idk, guys. He's just my muse. Music inspiration: "Pocket Full of Rainbows" - Elvis Presley & "Born to Die" - Lana Del Rey
Warnings: reader is on the shy/flustered side (is that a warning?) , Leon jokes about unaliving himself,
You'll never tell him. That's what you believe with your whole heart. You can barely talk to him without your face becoming hotter than the sun. And don't even ask about the eye contact.
He's so gorgeous, and you don't even know why. With that dark hair hiding his face and those heavy eye bags. Jeez, even the stubble is unkempt. But by god, you find him so attractive. And no one. No one has made you feel this way. No man besides him has flustered you so intensely before.
Who are you talking about? Well, the president's favorite, of course. Leon S Kennedy. Apparently, he used to be more muscular and put together emotionally. Lately, he's been sarcastic, tired, and just a little rude. Yet, it works for you. . . and your lady bits. Doesn't hurt that his voice is raspy yet smooth as butter. Make it make sense.
It doesn't. Nothing about him does. It just is. Exactly like this big fat crush you've got on him.
Oh, and you are coworkers. Yep, you nearly see him every single day. Does he know you have a crush? Well, the agent hasn't said anything. But you'd be a bit shocked if he hasn't figured it out yet. You're a clumsy fool around him. Eyes can't meet his. Never really know what to say.
Though, he looks for you quite frequently. Maybe it's because you listen so well or 'cause you don't judge the way he's been so gloomy. You don't ask questions about it either. A lot of the time, you'll just sit in silence.
A deep sigh exits your mouth. You haven't been focusing at all. Therefore, you've stayed way too long at work, and your report is nowhere near finished. You had been so optimistic that you could finish before the day's end. And you just had to prove yourself wrong.
You lean back in the office chair, causing it to squeak while you groan in frustration and run a hand down your face.
"What's that for?" A snort of amusement follows the comment. It startles you. Immediately making you straighten up and look towards the source of the sound.
"Leon." You acknowledge your crush with a slight nod. Briefly, your eyes meet before you chicken out.
A smile breaks out on his face. "Shouldn't you be home by now?" The wall of your cubicle creaks as he leans over it to peer down at you. His blue eyes are so bright, and not even his emo hair can hide those gems.
"Um. Yeah, probably." You shrug with a lopsided smile in reply.
"I can walk you home." He leans in further, and your eyes flick upwards to Leon. He offers a devastating wink. "I got an umbrella, too. Protection from loneliness and the rain for no cost." You laugh lightly and shake your head.
He's utterly ridiculous, and yet you got butterflies filling your stomach. It's so unfair. "Sounds good. Let me get my stuff together. This report will just have to kick my butt further tomorrow."
Leon laughs, "That's the spirit." He slaps the top of your rickety cubicle before going for his own things. You both walk out of DSO headquarters side-by-side. Now, you see the rain clearly. It's calm for the moment but consistent.
His pitch black umbrella springs to life, and he holds it over both of you. Childish dreams of sharing an umbrella with your crush pop into your head. You stab at the happy bubbles, trying to stop heat from rising to your cheeks before it's too late.
For a while, neither of you say anything. It's footsteps on wet pavement, and rain drops hitting an umbrella. Your hand is securing the bag hanging from your shoulder. You try to balance being under the umbrella and not brushing up against the seasoned agent.
Leon clears his throat, ending your shared silence. "So, how are you? Anything fun going on?"
Oh god. This is where he finds out you're super boring. "Um, yeah. I'm good. Nothing much going on. You?"
"Yeah, nothing fun these days. I should probably just kill myself, huh?" He laughs it off, a warm raspy chuckle that would normally make you hot and bothered.
Yet, he's been making a lot of jokes like that as of late. It upsets you. A lot. Zero love or respect for himself. It's a heavy, serious subject that shouldn't be taken lightly.
"You know. I wish you wouldn't make those jokes anymore." You huff, walking faster towards your apartment.
Leon snorts, and quickens to keep up with you, umbrella continuing to shield from the rain. "Why? It's just a joke besides no one would actually miss me."
Your feet halt instantly, and you whip your head around to him. "Excuse you? I would miss you." You point to yourself and glare at the blue-eyed man. "Me. That's who."
He scoffs and rolls his eyes. "You'd go on without me. As a matter of fact, you'd be better off without me." The certainty in his voice and the pain he's so clearly trying to hide is a knife to the gut. Every joke and the way his body shifts uncomfortably is an obvious sign to you that he's genuinely hurting.
Your bottom lip starts to tremble, and your eyes begin watering. "How can you say that?" The question tumbles out, weak and crushed.
He sighs your name, setting his work bag down to free his hand. Then, that hand is brushing across your cheek. Your breath catches, and his eyes soften. "You don't need me." He whispers, sounding utterly defeated. How long has he been feeling this way?
You knew he wasn't in the best place mentally, but you didn't think it was this bad. Foolishly, you hoped it was a phase. Something fleeting that he could escape. You must be an idiot.
You step closer, also dropping your bag to grasp his shoulders. "Maybe. Maybe I don't need you. But Leon, I want you." You smile even if it is wobbly from your crying. "We're friends. Aren't we?"
His eyes widen slightly, and he inches closer to you. Gradually, his head dips into a nod. "Yeah," he follows up with a whisper. Your world flips upside down when his eyes drop to your lips.
Does he want to be friends? Or something more? Suddenly, his free hand lands on your waist, and you're gasping. No longer are you crying. It's just the sky that cries alone.
"If I'm about to ruin everything. Please tell me." Leon sounds like a dream come true. Voice low and full of yearning. Yet breaking into beautiful shards of glass and wishing for your delicate hands to glue them back together.
You'd bleed a thousand times over. Cut yourself on every shard if it meant he'd be whole once again. "No. You're ruining nothing. Please kiss me." Your hands curl in his shirt, and your eyes plead with his.
He takes his time. One hand holding an umbrella and the other slipping to your lower back. Leon drags you closer and dips his head to meet your lips. It's absolute magic. I mean, what else can make your toes curl and drench your body in heat?
You part from the kiss, a sigh of relief escaping you both. He pulls back, and you follow his lead. Then, your eyes meet, and a shy smile takes you over. He looks shocked, blinking at you stupidly.
"What?" You feel embarrassed, laughing and picking random fuzzies off his shoulder.
"You kissed me." He shakes his head, appearing completely dazed and confused.
"Um, yeah." You answer with a soft chuckle. "I wanted to kiss you. I've been wanting to kiss you. I thought you knew."
Another shake of his head. "You did? How long?"
"Very long." You shrug as if it's no big deal. As if this hasn't been going on since the start. Since the first day you met the skilled man.
He grabs your chin, his spark returning. A smirk on his delectable lips and a promise of trouble in his ocean gaze. "How. Long?" He punctuates each word, slow and intense.
You burst into flames, heat crawling up your neck and covering your face. "I don't know. Months?" You bite your lip and dart your eyes around. The sidewalk, your apartment in the distance, wet grass, or the gray sky. Anything except the object of your desires.
"Hmmm." He hums thoughtfully and takes notice of your teeth indenting your lip. His thumb pulls your lip loose, and your knees weaken in response.
"You can kiss me again." You whisper, small and feeble like a mouse.
His eyes glimmer with lust, and he tips your head back before pressing his lips to yours. Shy yet, sure you slip your hands to his nape and play with the ends of his midnight black hair. His lips slant, and the game changes. His stubble is scrapping against your skin, and a moan is spilling from you.
He groans hungrily, and the umbrella falls to the pavement. His now freed hand is cupping the back of your head, and the other is on your back, pushing you into his chest. Your knees buckle, knocking into each other. Your hand slides up further, fisting in his hair.
A rich guttural noise leaves Leon, and a needy one escapes you. Both of you are becoming soaked as the rain intensifies. A threatening rumble of thunder can be heard in the distance. Neither of you stops. Your lips meet again and again. Both of you cling to the other like a lifeline.
Your heart drops when he pulls away. But then his lips meet your jaw. "Leon," you sigh like a lovesick maiden. He sucks on your skin and licks a strip up the column of your throat. Your hands slide down his chest and then under his shirt.
He melts, sighing against your heated skin. A few more kisses grace your skin before he's hugging you to himself and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "Thank you." Your name follows so affectionately from his lips.
"You don't have to thank me." You drop a kiss to his wet hair and rub his back. A steady up and down motion while the rain soaks into your clothes. This continues for a while, and you don't mind one bit.
When Leon raises his head once again, he seems lighter. "I guess I needed this. Huh." He shrugs as if to say, 'who would have thought?'
"I guess so." You shrug in return and drop your hands from his amazing body quite reluctantly.
"We should get you inside. You're soaked." Leon bends over to pick up the forsaken umbrella and his work bag.
"So are you," you mumble and reach for your own bag abandoned on the sidewalk.
The umbrella is wrapped up and held under his arm. The rain is still brutal, but you've been standing in the rain too long for it to change anything. His hand grabs yours, and your fingers interlace. Angels start singing, and you're dancing from one cloud to the other.
The next few hours are spent with your crush. Maybe boyfriend soon. Two cups with steam floating off the top decorate your coffee table. Two towels lay crumpled in your bathroom. He decides to go home after the storm lets up. But you make sure he leaves with a pocket full of rainbows and a heart full of love.
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Something about Death Island! Leon kennedy showering his little girl in praises really gets to me like—
“hm? You like that, sweetgirl?”
He mutters lowly as his big veiny hands, calloused from years of hard work as a Gov.t Agent, The same Gov.t who couldn't give two fucks about his wellbeing, slithers down towards his sweetheart's soft tummy.
He playfully pinches the smooth flesh, soft fats dipping under his rough fingers, eliciting a sweet whine out of his darling's mouth. The sound's so soft, so docile, so innocent—just like his sweetgirl, all plaint and soft edges against his rough, battle-hardened ones, Immediately melting his grumpy, closed off exterior.
His fingers leisurely rub and caress the flesh in silent apology, as if trying to will away the slight redness that came from his doing. His chapped lips finds the crook of his darling's neck and peppers little kisses all over the delicate skin, wanting to deviate her attention from the little pinch.
He hums slowly, his stubble tickling her dainty flesh, prompting her to giggle delightfully, eyes all narrowed from the saccharine smile, full of vibrance and pure joy, that even the sun would shy away from the brightness. His sunshine
His eyes refuse to blink, still stuck to her youthful face, which is all contorted in happiness as she squeals softly the moment his fingers turn to tickle her sides instead. The candied sound s high pitched , like music to his ears.
She writhes and squirm against him, back pressed to his broad, muscular chest—his big arms, running with battle scars, keeps her pressed against him, caging her soft squirmy body, refusing to part from her just yet.
“my sweetgirl. Mine only”
“hmm so sweet, like honey.”
“always so eager to please daddy, aren't you?”
“wan' you to be mine forever, doll.”
“curling up on my lap like a little puppy. You are an eager little puppy for daddy. Aren't you? My sweet sweet puppy, I'm never letting go of you”
His gruff praises, that borderlines something deep, something darker—something that's almost yandere. Yet it never fails to put a smile on her face, so blissfully unaware of what he actually meant. All smiley faces and giggles, relishing in his love that's only there for her.
His love, so soft yet so dangerous at the same time, wrapping around her, engulfing her whole, enveloping her in a way she'd never find a way out. The love he displays is only the tip of the iceberg. If he had the freedom of exhibiting his love without scaring her, he'd done that the moment she came into his life like an angel.
Everything that was close to him was snatched away, everything that he called his own—taken away from his desperate grasp of wanting at least one thing to be his own. That's why, it'd not have been wrong g if he took her away and hid her from the rest of the world, only to be his and his alone.
But he won't do that. No. He loves his little girl too much to scare her like that. She's bubbly and sweet, always chatting up with everyone and everything, even trees. So No, he won't deprive her of anything that brings her joy, and that allows him to hear the honeyed voice talking about "pollination".
No matter how enormous the urge to keep her hidden is, he won't do that. He loves gazing at her smiley brightened face too much to want that.
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Vendetta Leon deserves a hug- and some praise cuz DAAAAMN WHAT A HOTTIE
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