leon kennedy x fem! reader (porn with no plot, kind of)
summary: after meeting leon kennedy in a bar, the two of you find yourselves back at his apartment.
tags: nsfw mdni, oral sex (both ways), anal fingering(slightly), finger sucking, leon is whiney, reader is veryy cheeky, p in v, praising (both ways), kissing, leon sub kinda, reader is implied to be bisexual
Your hands hastily slid around his torso, both of your feet clumsily stumbling over one another until the two of you fell onto his couch.
His cold hands made you jump a little, but you soon relaxed into his touch, his calloused fingers gliding up your back, holding back slightly as if he was unsure of how much of you he was allowed.
There was nothing slow about the way he was kissing you and there was nothing coordinated about the way you were kissing him. The feverish hunger that possessed the two of you as you devoured each other with alcohol-tainted breaths began to send hot waves over your body, your hands tugged off his jacket while your skirt hiked over your thighs as his hands held your ass, your soft skin a contrast to his rough fingers that had handled things he has decided to file away. Why would he think about that, when he had you, an extremely hot woman, sitting on top of him?
Your fingers found themselves under the hem of his shirt that was suffocating his large arms, and you hooked his shirt over his head, his back leaning upwards to help you take it off. His toned muscles were glimmering softly under the moonlight that slipped through his curtains; hair trailing down from underneath his navel, disappearing beneath his jeans. He did the same for you too, leaving you in your lacy bra, his eyes tracing over your curves.
He felt you shifting yourself over his crotch, small, delicate whimpers falling from your lips that were open, pressed against his. He felt himself begin to melt, heat crawling up his neck. Letting out a small groan, his hands held you firmer against him, matching your rhythm, pulling you back and forth. Your voice was syrupy, giggling quietly as you started to place kisses along his neck, inhaling his cologne. His rough, prickly stubble dragged along his jaw, peppered in greys and you planted more kisses against it, his neck and face littered in your lipstick. Even his lips, slightly open and letting out the cutest moans, were faintly touched by it.
You pulled away, your lips plump and coated in the mixture of yours and his saliva, smiling at him. Both of you gazed at each other through drooped eyelids, connected by the string of spit bridging from your lips to his.
You weren’t used to this, this swirling feeling in your stomach. It wasn’t the feeling of horniness or drunkeness, this was something else. Like it was fluttering.
This was softer, warmer—dangerous.
Your smile faltered, ever so subtly, and for a second, you just looked at him.
His breathing was uneven, his chest rising and falling beneath your hands. There was a faint flush creeping up his neck, disappearing under that stupidly pretty jawline you’d just been kissing. He was completely dazed in the moment with you. Your chest twisted and his hand came up slowly, just brushing a strand of hair away from your face. Despite the small, tiny show of affection, it sent something clear and clean through you, cutting you from whatever haze you were in.
You froze, not enough for him to pull away but enough for him to notice. His hand stilled, as if he was checking, assessing whether you would pull back or not. Carefully, his fingers rested against your cheek instead, thumb grazing your skin gently. You don’t pull back, but everything in your body was screaming at you.
This isn’t how it’s supposed to go.
This part—the quiet, the looking, the softness—this is where things start to shift into something else. Something that lingers. Something that sticks.
How could someone, unknown to you less than twenty four hours ago, be so patient?
Your grip on him tightened slightly, like you’re grounding yourself, and you leaned back in before the moment could stretch any further—before you can think too hard about it.
Your lips found his again, more insistent this time.
“Come on, sweetheart, take ‘em off,” you whispered, softly patting his head, ignoring your urge to run away.
His already-pink ears turned red, his cheeks dusted in the same color, and he just gazed at you—like his brain was malfunctioning. You ran your thumb along his lips and then he nodded obediently. His fingers fumbled around his belt, hands becoming clammier by the second.
He felt like his twenty-year-old self all over again, shy and inexperienced, unsure how to touch a woman. Your stare just did that to him, the way you spoke, just the smouldering energy that danced throughout your flesh. For the small time he known you, he wasn’t thinking ahead, his mind wasn’t anywhere else apart from here. His focus was solely on you. All his burdens, grief and trauma had vanished; it didn’t loop back into his thoughts. He was here, enjoying himself, with you.
You sat up, allowing him to pull his jeans down, revealing his underwear straining against his erection.
“Wanna take mine off?” You tilted your head, biting your lip mid-smirk.
“I want you to keep the skirt on,” he said, his hand squeezing your ass, giving you a playful look that made him look youthful.
You let out a small laugh. “Alright, pretty boy,” you mumbled as you began to run your fingers along his hardened cock, shielded by the thin fabric of his underwear.
Your eyes flickered up to his face to observe his reaction, but he was already looking at you. His cheeks were coated in pink, and he was staring at you as if you hung the stars. It was a rare look to get from a man of his age, worn down by the exhaustion of life. It made you blush a little yourself. You didn’t usually go for men his age, or men at all, but his boyish laughter and corny jokes compelled you even more.
A smirk tugged on your lips as you leant down to his ear, his hands quickly sliding around your back to keep you secure on top of him. So good.
“I want to suck your dick. Can I?” you asked him bluntly, his cock throbbing and twitching underneath you. Your sudden explicitness to your words have him malfunctioning again.
“Please,” he gasped, his head titling back further, his dick so hard he thought he was going to explode from just looking at you. His jaw tightened as he prayed that he wouldn’t cum immediately like some idiotic virgin.
You slowly pulled down his underwear, his flushed tip showing first, and then the rest of his length, surrounded around by his dark hairs.
“Pretty cock, hun,” you smiled.
He swore your eyes were sparkling as your pink tongue glided over his leaking tip.
“D-don’t—“ he groaned, completely flustered, his hand gently sliding through your hair.
“Don’t what?” you questioned before you slid your mouth down his cock, louder moans erupting from him before he could answer, his hips stuttering forward. His hand tightened around your hair as you bobbed your head up and down, a sharp inhale sucked in through his teeth.
“Oh—fuck, you feel so good,” he choked out.
You pulled yourself up, pushing his thigh upwards to get a better view of his dick. Giving him another smile, you gently massaged his balls, placing your lips back onto his glistening tip.
The dirtiest moan flew from his mouth, completely guttural and raw. You kissed downwards on his dick, kissing his balls and sloppily licking them up. You licked your thumb and pressed it against his asshole, and his moans turn into desperate whimpers. This only encouraged your thumb to trace slow circles around and around his ass. Cementing his overstimulation by having your warm tongue on his balls, making him think that he was seeing stars. His dick began to twitch, and your other hand grabbed it, slowly bringing it up and down.
“Gonna—fucking cum, holy shit—”
You latched your mouth onto his tip, watching his eyes rolling back, his warm ropes of fluid spilling into your mouth as his body jerked forward. Whimpers and small exhales come from his defeated mouth with his cheeks flushed and eyelashes fluttering from the overstimulation.
Climbing on top of his body, your hands either side of his head, you swallowed a little of his fluid.
“Felt good?” you asked, eyes darting all over his face, slightly hidden by his chestnut hair.
“Yeah. Where’d you learn to do that, huh?” he smirked, recovering from his orgasm, his hands slithering around your thighs again. He was totally entranced by you, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin.
“Dunno. I usually only fuck women,” you shrugged innocently.
“Wha—“
You cut him off with kiss, letting him taste his own remnants.
“Taste good?” you teased, flashing him a toothy grin.
He sighed and rolled his eyes, he was too old for this, “C’mon. Can’t let you be doing all the work. I wanna see what you’ve been hiding under that cute skirt of yours.”
His fingers traced along the hem of your skirt.
“Show me what that pretty face can do then.”
Picking you up with ease, he placed a few kisses on your cheek before placing you on the couch with your ass up in the air. Firmly, his hand pressed your face down into the pillows before hovering above your ass, taking in the beautiful sight that was laid out in front of him.
He flicked the skirt over your back and his fingers hooked around your panties which were soaked, sealed to your soaked pussy, showing the shape of your folds, and slowly pulled them down.
“Seriously got this wet from sucking my dick?” he teased, his pointer finger dragging up your folds, making your leg twitch with anticipation. “Cute.”
His fingers continued to drag around and around your folds, making soft lewd squelches mingle with your sweet moans. Then leaning in behind you, he spread your ass, receiving a squeal from you as the cold air hit. Your sweet aroma was so intoxicating, he could just feel his cock hardening all over again—you were going to be the death of him.
Your fingers curled further into the pillows as his warm tongue began to lick a stripe upwards, feeling his nose prod at your entrance. Moans slipped out of your mouth like honey, the feeling so heavenly you couldn’t help but have your eyes roll backwards.
“Leon—don’t stop! Doin’ so good, baby!” you cried out, muffled by the pillows your face was buried in.
You wiggled your hips to bury him even further, and his hands firmly dug into your skin, holding you close to his face as his tongue glided along your folds, dripping in his spit and your slick. Waves of pleasure kept running over your body, and they soon began to surge as Leon’s thumb found your swollen bud. As you squirmed, chasing your high, Leon replaced his thumb with his tongue, sliding his digits with ease, past your entrance. Your walls instantly clenched around his fingers, soaking them.
The overwhelming thought of slipping from your control, to be this vulnerable in front of him. You had never let anyone make you come from their work alone and the way you hardly noticed you were even letting Leon touch you this way scared you. Your sudden silence and slipping presence from the room made him stop, unsure whether to ask you if you were okay. He slipped his fingers out and squeezed your thigh, hoping touch alone will bring you back to the room.
“Leon?” you called out, turning around to lay on your back. Tears from the overstimulation clung to your lashes, a slight glistening drool on your chin.
“Yes?” he said, raising a brow playfully.
“Sit. So I can ride you.” you ordered, pointing him back to the couch.
Something in him eased.
“Yes ma’am,” he chuckled, sitting back, his palms open, ready to embrace you. A smile is stretched on his face, painted by your fluids.
You placed your knees either side of him, hovering above his dick.
“Wanna put it in for me?”
“Course I do,” he complied, pressing a kiss against your neck before holding his dick and sliding past your entrance, inside of you. Both of you let out groans and exhales, your arms folding around his neck, resting your face in the crook of his shoulder and neck.
“Dicks so big, feels amazing, hun,” you mumbled, adjusting to his length before you rose up and down.
His head tilted backwards, unable to hold back the noises as your tight pussy encompassed his dick, wet and warm. Hands supporting you around your ass, he guided you into a rhythm. Your head lay on his collarbone, and you look up at him, his face contorted into utter pleasured dismay, jaw slack, eyes fluttering upwards and red flushed ears. The moonlight traced an outline around his face, his Adam’s apple more prominent than before.
“Yeah, keep whinin’ for me,” you mused, admiring the gorgeous man.
He groaned in response, holding you up and beginning to rock himself into you; eliciting a scream from your mouth. Your fingers dug deeper into his shoulders, clinging onto him as he slammed into you from underneath. A knot began to build in the pit of your stomach, every pleasurable slam adding to the pressure.
“You’re so pretty right now,” he said breathily, gently brushing your hair behind your ear.
“I know,” you grinned, holding back a laugh.
He huffed at your confidence, grabbing your chin and squeezing it as he forced you to look at him as you took his hard thrusts. A growing smirk stretched on his face as he watched the way your lips pouted and your eyes rolled back. Fuck, you were so gorgeous.
“Oh—! Leon! Fuck—you feel amazing, oh keep going, keep goin’!” you slurred, hands sliding down your stomach to your clit, reaching your own climax. His hand reached for your clit, but you quickly snatched his hand and put his index and middle fingers in your mouth instead. The overwhelming pleasure of him filling you, then losing him, and quickly being filled up by him all over again accelerated the build of pleasure until you couldn't take it anymore.
A cry flew from your lips as the knot snapped, pulling his fingers from your mouth.
Your body jerked uncontrollably, legs shaking and your back arching; you collapsed on top of him. His arms were wrapped around you, still holding your face to look at him, watching you unravel on his cock. How he managed to pull the most attractive woman in the bar was beyond him, and seeing you fall apart on top of him was just a miracle to the many nights he spent touch-starved.
“Yeah—fuck I’m gonna cum,” he whined, pulling out of you. You instantly grabbed his dick and jerked it towards him lazily, his pearly thick ropes landing on his stomach, chest and a speck landed on his cheek.
Watching his chest rise and fall, his entire neck and face a deep shade of red, you wiped the cum off his face and licked it off your finger.
“Oh, god you’re going to kill me,” he let out a sigh, petting your head. You wanted to smile at him, in fact, you almost did. But this is when lines were crossed.
“I should probably go," you said coldly, already scanning the room for your clothes.
His dazed state quickly vanished, his head shaking slightly, almost in disbelief.
“Huh—? You don’t have to rush. I don’t bite,” he said and then cheekily added: “Unless you want me to.”
For a second, his stupid joke made you stop, your lips twitching as if you might smile. But it doesn’t stick. You couldn't let it. The walls you had built around yourself had been held up for too long to be knocked down by some silly joke.
You reached for your clothes, sliding them back on. “Yeah—I just,” your voice comes out thinner, “I don’t want to worry my brother. Probably pacing back and forth right now.”
You imagined Chris pacing back and forth and shouting at you for worrying him. And then you would tease him about him caring too much and he would mutter something grumpily under his breath.
“…Right.”
Leon stood up, hooking his underwear over his feet and pulling them back up, but his eyes never left you.
“Hey…” he murmured shyly, like hadnt just had his face buried in your pussy, “Can I get your number?”
You bit back your tongue before saying something stupid like ‘I’m not good at keeping in touch.’. His natural puppy-eyes made it worse.
“Uh—yeah. Sure,” you pulled out your phone, and he reached over to his on the table.
And for some stupid impulsive reason, you made up a fake number. It just fell off your tongue, and you couldn't take it back. He gave you his, and you put it into your notes app. Just in case you told yourself. Just in case.
“Nice. Get back safe, y/n," he smiled at you, satisfied with himself, unknowingly believing in your lie.
You gave him a small nod and a smile and left the door.
Little did you know, you would be leaving that door many more times in the future.
author's note: so this is a snippet from my new series, lmk what you guys think! it's kind of just a prototype thing as i figure out their dynamic. i want this next series to be really planned out as salt & pepper was loosely planned, but i didnt expect the amount of attention it got so... my next series will contain similar yearning, slow-burn themes too!
didn't check grammar very well so soz if u see shit errors this is just a draftttt
