bite harder
summary: he misses you so, so much
warnings: semi-established relationship, semi-annoying brat!reader, blunt jealous!leon, choking (via weapon), public sex, minor weapon play, piv, more voice kink, biting/marking, hair pulling, mutual yearning, old man who doesn’t know how to use a phone, mentions of dead bodies, violence, viral mutations, long missions, and weapons (more DSO stuff), more sexual tension
w/c: 6.8k
notes: ty for all the support with the first one. part two to ldg!! this was supposed to come out earlier this week, but I was sick. I’m working on several drafts rn and I will post them next week to make up for it. don’t hate me. (srry I didn’t want to continue from the first part, and there’s some inconsistencies with your living space, house=apartment=condo, idk use ur imagination for it. again dividers from @uzmacchiato)
-3:32 am-
There’s a reason why so many people strictly follow the whole ‘no dating your coworkers’ rule. Ever since you and Leon had that little— incident in his car, things between the two of you became…tense. You couldn’t go a second without thinking of that moment every time you looked at him, and he had to pretend like he wasn’t fucking his hand at the memory.
The two of you were reduced to quick hallway interactions— small little glances, quick looks over the shoulders but neither of you said anything. What was there to say? ‘Thank you for fucking me, Leon. You really put me in my place.’
Almost two weeks of not seeing him.
It was absolute torture. Not being able to see him, not being able to at least bother him a little just to see the annoyance in his face. The two of you weren’t even put on the same reports anymore, there wasn’t a need to have him there with you now that you were comfortable enough to be on your own.
‘Comfortable’.
If anything it felt like the floor was ripped out from under you. You’d gotten used to his unimpressed stares and his dry sarcasm. You’d especially gotten used to the simple rhythm of getting under his skin. It was a delicate art. But now you had nothing.
It had been almost one week. Six days. One hundred and forty four hours. Five hundred eighteen thousand and four hundred seconds. You’d have to admit. You really missed him.
The best part of your long, Leon lacking work days were the nights. You knew every night, without fail, he’d text you. Just something short enough to pass as work-appropriate but simple enough to pass as friendly.
A reminder about a report you haven’t filled out yet. A correction on your behavior that he overheard from someone who had been paired with you for a field report. A sarcastic comment about something irrelevant.
Anything.
Some days, there was nothing special. But sometimes, he’d send something sweet enough that’d have you thinking of him more.
‘Saw you passing the hallway earlier. Stand up straight.’
‘Don’t stay too late.’
‘And don’t skip meals.’
You hated how much you looked forward to it now, that tiny chance your phone might light up with his name. You hated that you’d catch yourself rereading old messages like some lovesick idiot.
And the worst part?
Just now, when your phone buzzed on your nightstand in the middle of you tossing back and forth for an hour straight— you didn’t even pretend you weren’t hoping it was him.
You sat up quickly, grabbing your phone before hesitating for a second. You stared at your alarm clock for a tauntingly long minute before turning it on, opening the notification with a bit too much swiftness.
leon sexy kennedy:
You still awake?
You typed back before your brain could interfere.
Brat:
why?
Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Reappeared.
leon sexy kennedy:
Just checking in.
Three dots appeared again. Disappearing for half a second before quickly reappearing, but you were quicker to respond.
Brat:
you’ve been doing that a lot lately
A longer pause this time.
leon sexy kennedy:
Yeah. I know.
leon sexy kennedy:
Is that an issue?
You ignored his question, because you really didn’t mind his check-ins. Turning on your stomach with your feet kicking up in the air, your fingers flew across the keyboard on your phone screen.
Brat:
miss training me already?
You watched the bubbles pop up, waiting as he took his sweet time typing.
leon sexy kennedy:
Something like that.
You didn’t know what that meant. You didn’t know why it made your palms sweaty and your heart pound in your chest. You stared at the screen, struggling for a right response.
leon sexy kennedy:
And you?
Brat:
is that your way of asking if I miss you?
leon sexy kennedy:
Was that not obvious?
Brat:
straight forward aren’t we
leon sexy kennedy:
I’ll take that as a yes.
Brat:
if that’ll help you sleep better at night
leon sexy kennedy:
It might.
Brat:
then I’ll keep it as an empty answer
Brat:
can’t have you falling asleep easily without thinking of me a little
He responds to your text message with a small yellow thumbs up, three dots immediately popping up and disappearing as he hesitated on a response. You watched as the bubbles appeared, staring impatiently until he finally responded.
leon sexy kennedy:
I’d say I’ve had a fair amount of thinking of you.
You practically squeal at his text, thrashing around in your bed as you stared at the message as if it might disappear. You took a deep breath in, quickly collecting your thoughts.
Brat:
really?
leon sexy kennedy:
I still have nightmares of training you.
Your smile quickly fell at his simple, nonchalant response, rolling your eyes as you fought the urge of attempting to reach through your phone just to choke him out. Hasn’t he been suffering as much as you have? At your lack of a response, he sends another text.
leon sexy kennedy:
Don’t think too much on it. I do think about you.
leon sexy kennedy:
Just in..small increments.
You press your lips together, giving his message a quick heart before immediately tucking your phone back into the nightstand. A large part of you wished you were able to hear him see that, to see the look on his face and to watch the way he’d react to you. But a smaller, more realistic version, was incredibly glad he hadn’t. You weren’t sure if you could handle Leon Kennedy of all people saying he thought of you no matter the context.
You exhaled slowly, sinking deeper into your blankets as you stared up at the ceiling. You ran a shaky hand along your face shifting onto your side as you tucked your hand under your pillow. You closed your eyes tightly, bringing your blanket up to your chin as you forced yourself to fall asleep knowing damn well Leon would probably be plaguing your dreams.
Again.
-5 am-
The morning light hit your room before you were fully prepared for it, warm sun slicing through the shades in long strokes of heat. Your phone remained untouched on your nightstand, eyes blinking past the first breath of sleep as you slowly rubbed the late night from your face. You were sort of dreading the day, a higher up informed you of a mission you were tasked with last night, and now that Leon wasn’t automatically assigned to help you, you were more than worried about how your day looked.
You rolled off your bed, grabbing your phone from the nightstand just to ensure it had been fully charged before making your way to the bathroom. You made it a habit to not check your phone immediately after texting Leon, the last time you did you stumbled upon a simple ‘Sleep well.’ that gave you an unnecessary pep in your step. It was bizarre, how quickly you could go from needing to annoy his every nerve to desperately needing something as polite as a goodnight text to make you feel better.
You stared at your reflection in the mirror, noting the minor dark circles from your lack of decent sleep. You quickly doused your face in cold water, patting your face dry with a soft hand towel. Almost as if on cue, your phone rings against the countertop of the sink. You glance over at the caller ID, letting out a heavy sigh as you awkwardly multi-task brushing your teeth and answering the phone.
“What?” You speak up, voice muffled around your toothbrush.
“Well, good morning to you.”
“Oh, Sherry, hi. Sorry—” You spat out the bubbly minty toothpaste from your mouth, looking at your mirror as you grabbed a cap full of mouthwash. “Had a long—or uh, short night.”
“You and me both,” you listened to the faint clicking on the other line, gurgling the mouthwash before spitting it out against the porcelain sink. “Listen, I just wanted to update you about the contamination, it looks to be a lot more severe than we thought so figured it was best to put two others—”
“Uh well, I don’t mind. The more, the merrier, right?” You wiped your hands on your face, patting away your damp hands before snatching the phone from the sink.
“You say that now but I’m not too sure you’d be happy about this.”
“Well, why not?” You make your way towards your room again, opening your closet door with a small creak.
“Well because Leon’s gonna be joining you two.”
You turned down to look at your phone, pulse pounding in your ears.
“Sorry—what?”
-7:24 am-
The air was colder than you expected it to be when you stepped out of the car, a frosty chill running up your spine that you were pretty sure was entirely just because Leon was finally within fifteen feet of you. The forest around the rendezvous point was eerily still, fog clinging to the ground mysteriously, leaves dripping from last night’s rain. Your boots sank slightly into the mud as you adjusted the strap on your pack, peeking over to the quiet building hidden between twisted branches.
Your partner, the one they’d originally assigned to you for this operation, walked a few steps ahead, checking his comms and looking up in the sky for some better signal. He was your age, maybe a year older, but seemed to have the mental body of an agent who has twenty years under his belt.
Two more sets of footsteps approached from behind you, one particular pair was familiar in a way that had you tensing. Leon stepped into your field of view, busy glancing over at the older agent that had been paired in your little team. Leon’s eyes flicked briefly over to you, then to your partner, then back to the building as if nothing mattered. The agent beside him stopped, eyebrows furrowed in irritation as he stared up at the looming structure.
You glance between the three men, just now realizing you’re the only woman there before sighing to yourself. You scratch the arch of your eyebrow, turning to the older gentleman as he spoke.
“Alright. We sweep the building first. Pairs of two.” Your partner straightened, motioning to you with the bottom of his flashlight.
“Cool. We’re ready.” He steps closer to you, almost as if automatically assigned the two of you as official partners. Leon and the older man share a quick look you’re unable to decipher, but you shrug anyways. Your only other options were being stuck with Leon for who knows how long, knowing you couldn’t stand two minutes around him without getting all giddy like a school girl. Or some random he seemed about ready to chew your head off.
Leon doesn’t say anything. He just adjusted his gloves, jaw tight, gaze sliding past you like he was trying very hard not to look too long. Your partner fell into step beside you as the four of you moved deeper into the trees, the fog thinning just enough to reveal the narrow trail ahead. He nudged your arm lightly with his elbow, glancing back at the other lingering pair.
“Stay close,” he whispered, flashing you a quick grin. “Wouldn’t want you getting lost out here.”
You rolled your eyes, turning to him as he stepped a little closer. You looked him up and down slowly, humming to yourself before looking straight ahead. “Maybe you should be worried about getting lost.” You side eyed him, glancing over your shoulder as you stumbled closer to him, shoulders bumping against his. He didn’t seem to notice, in fact he seemed to enjoy the slight touch.
Leon noticed.
You didn’t have to look back to know it. You could feel it, the warmth of his body as he stepped behind the two of you that subtle tightening of his steps behind you. He didn’t say anything but you could feel the way his eyes burned into the back of your head.
The older agent kept talking about the perimeter sweep, oblivious, but Leon’s attention wasn’t on the briefing. It was on you. Or more specifically, on the way your partner kept leaning in, pointing out tracks on the ground, leaning towards you like he had every right to.
You watched as your partner crouched to examine a footprint near a patch of disturbed soil, before looking up at you as he nodded for your attention. “See that?” He murmured, voice low. “Fresh. Maybe an hour old.”
You nodded, focusing on the ground, as you very much tried to ignore the heavy weight of Leon’s eyes following your every move. You stepped back as your partner rose again, before leaning down to examine the footprint yourself. Hand hovering near your shoulder as if he might steady you, he didn’t touch you, didn’t need to. It was a polite gesture, but the implication was enough.
Leon’s boots crunched dully against the gravel as he stepped forward, purposefully bumping into you. “Eyes up,” he said, voice even and hushed. “We’re not here to sightsee.”
Your partner straightened, clearing his throat as he practically scrambled to make a good impression on the older two men. “Just doing my job.” You rolled your eyes at your partner’s eager words, staring at Leon as he casted a simple glance your way.
The building looked abandoned from the outside, but the moment you stepped through the warped doorway, the air changed into a dense cold that reeked of damp wood and rusted metal. Dust floated in the beams of your flashlights as the four of you fanned out into what used to be a lobby, the floor littered with broken tiles and fallen plaster. Your partner clicked his light on and swept it across the far wall, spiderwebs glistening in the corners of the room.
“Alright, we’ll split the division onto the floors. You two take this floor, Leon and I’ll take upstairs.” The older agent nodded, hand resting on the handle of his axe as he looked between the three of you, already moving towards the eastern hallway.
Leon didn’t move right away, just stood near the doorway, scanning the room before looking your way. You turned towards your partner, glancing down the hallway as he motioned his flashlight along the creepy dark entrance. By the time you glanced over to where he was standing, Leon had disappeared down towards the east hallway with his designated partner.
The hallway your team assigned you to was narrow and dim, the old fluorescent lights overhead flickering like they were struggling to stay alive. Your partner walked beside you, sweeping his flashlight across peeling wallpaper and broken doorframes.
“Creepy place,” he muttered, hands jittering around his weapons holster. “Feels like the kinda building that’d be haunted even if it wasn’t abandoned.”
“Cool. Exactly what I needed. Ghosts.”
He grinned, a charming toothy smile. “Hey, if one shows up, I’ll protect you.”
You raised an eyebrow at him, elbowing him lightly as you quietly peeked around a nearby corner. “You’d trip over your own feet before you got the chance.”
He laughed quietly, a short easy sound that echoed down the hall. It wasn’t annoying or forced. It wasn’t forced. It was sorta nice, actually. The kind of comfortable banter you didn’t have to second guess on whether you’d offended each other.
The two of you rounded the hallway in no time, looping around the entrance and circling back around towards the initial hallway the four of you split up in. You pushed open an untouched nearby door to what looked like an old office, the smell of mildew hitting you immediately. Papers were scattered across the floor, warped from moisture.
He stepped in behind you. “Bet this place has rats the size of bulldogs.”
Your eyes quickly darted towards the floor, instinctively moving towards the small beam of light in the room. “That’s so not funny.”
He chuckled again, giving the room a quick flash of his light before nudging a broken chair with his boot. “Relax. If anything large like that jumps out out, I’ll probably scream first.”
That one actually made you laugh, nodding to yourself at the imagery of him screaming and hopping on a nearby table to avoid a comically large rodent. And of course, that was the exact moment you heard footsteps approaching from the intersecting hallway.
You turned just as Leon and his partner rounded the corner.
Leon’s eyes went straight to you.
Not the room. Not the surroundings.
You.
And then to the guy beside you, who was still smiling from his own joke, oblivious to the shift in the air.
Leon’s expression didn’t change, but something in his posture did. A subtle tightening of his shoulders, a slight narrowing of his eyes like he’d walked in on something he wasn’t prepared to see. Your partner, still cheerful, lifted his flashlight in greeting. “Hey, we were just checking this office. Don’t worry, no bulldogs here.”
You laughed again, the sound quickly dying off between a cleared throat as Leon gave you a stern look.
He didn’t say anything.
He didn’t have to.
His gaze stayed locked on you, unreadable but you could almost hear the annoyance in his thoughts. Questioning why you two were cracking jokes and irritated to what was so funny that you laughed like that and why it wasn’t because of him. You awkwardly stepped towards the hallway, his eyes following you as he remained planted by the doorframe just to watch the way you looked up at him.
The older agent stepped beside Leon, motioning towards your partner who was still searching the empty office. “Alright, we’re all clear. C’mon.”
The four of you stepped back out into the cold morning air, boots crunching over damp leaves as the wind whipped around you. You stepped quickly in an attempt to match Leon’s long strides, leaning forward to try to catch his eye but he was doing an exceptionally great job at ignoring you. Your attention shifted towards the older agent as he spoke something into his walkie, but you weren’t too focused on trying go hear it.
The hike back to the transport was quiet, the forest still damp from the night before. It was nicer now, the sun pressing warm against your face. “The place was a dead end,” your partner walked beside you, looking over at Leon who made his way to his car to avoid spending another uncomfortable second with him. You lingered by the younger man, turning slightly as he stretched his arms over his head. “So, I was thinking… maybe we could get a coffee later?”
You stopped mid-stride at his question, scratching the side of your head as you quickly glanced over to the familiar rumble of Leon’s car starting. “Oh, uh that’s a nice offer and all— I just don’t really date people I work with.”
“Oh, no yeah, of course. That makes— yeah, obviously, it can just be like between colleagues or… something.” He rambled on nervously, awkwardly clearing his throat again before clapping his hands together.
“But I like coffee.” You reassured gently, giving his shoulder a friendly pat just to solidify your boundaries before quickly making your way towards Leon’s car.
The passenger side was already unlocked, his gaze remained glued on the wheel as he waited for you to sit down and buckle up before even looking your way. You settled into the seat, the click of the seatbelt echoed loudly in the quiet of the car. The AC hummed softly between the two of you but Leon still didn’t look up.
His fingers tightened around the steering wheel once like he was grounding himself before he finally turned his head just enough to acknowledge you. “You good?” He asked, voice low but carrying something underneath it you couldn’t quite name.
You nodded. “Yeah.. you?”
He didn’t answer right away. His eyes flicked over your face, quick but searching, like he was checking for something he wasn’t sure he wanted to find. Then he looked forward again, as he shifted the car into drive.
The forest began to slide past the windows as he pulled onto the narrow dirt road. For a while, neither of you spoke. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, not exactly, but it was thick, and heavy with the same remembrance of what happened in this very vehicle just two weeks ago.
His grip on the wheel stayed firm, fingers tapping against the wheel. Every so often, his eyes flicked your way, like he was waiting for you to say something witty to break the silence. You stared down at your lap, letting the silence drag on and on until you could physically hear your heart pounding in your ears.
“So…” you spoke lightly, looking over at him with that shit eating grin he came to know so well. “Were you jealous?”
He side eyed you, and for half a second you could have sworn he rolled his eyes but he didn’t say anything. He shooed your teasing pokes away, glancing through the rearview mirror. “The two of you should have been more focused on the task than making each other laugh.”
“So you were.”
His silence was enough of an answer.
You hummed to yourself, leaning back against your seat as your attention lingered on him. You let the silence stretch and kept your eyes on him for a moment too long. Suddenly your thoughts are shifting towards the conversation the two of you had last night, and now that the two of you actually had a moment alone it gave you the perfect opportunity to ask. Leon seemed to pick up quickly on the subtle shift of your body language.
“What?” He looked over to you, giving you a small wave as if to tell you to get whatever you had on your mind out there in the open.
“Leon?”
“Yes?”
“Did you mean that—what you said last night?” He looks over at you, as if he hadn’t expected you to bring it up but quickly turns his attention to the road.
“Which part?”
“Oh— c’mon don’t make me say it.” You stared at him at his prolonged silence, rolling your eyes at the small uplift of his lips as he glanced at you.
“No, go ‘head… say it.”
You sighed heavily, crossing your arms. “Y’know… the whole… missing me stuff.” You half whispered as if someone would have heard what the two of you were talking about.
“Ohh, that?”
He hesitates for an unnecessarily long moment before slowly nodding. “Yeah, I did.”
“Did or do? Because ‘did’ is technically speaking in past tense and do would be more relevant to ou—”
“Starting to become past tense the more you speak, hun.”
“Hey!” You scoff lightly, nudging his arm lightly with your hand.
“I’m joking.” He spoke lowly, quickly grabbing your hand before you could pull away.
“So..do you?” You glanced down at his hand wrapped around yours, raising an eyebrow at him. You wiggle your hand out of his grip, staring down at the way his hand lingered in the air before falling against the center console. “Past tense or present tense?”
He stares out towards the road, fingers flexing in the air as he peeked towards you again. “I miss you, yeah.”
You fell silent at his easily spoken admission, leaning forward to catch his attention. “Really? You’re not just saying that because you feel like you have to say that answer?”
“I’m not saying it again.”
“Okay fine.” You raised your hands up in submission, a pleased smile on your face as you leaned back once again.
“You say it.” He speaks up after a pause of silence, eyes finding yours again. You look up at him in confusion, tilting your head slightly.
“Huh?”
“Tell me how much you’ve missed me.”
You laughed slightly in disbelief, clearing your throat as you quickly looked out the window to avoid his eye. “I haven’t missed you. Not one bit.”
“Really?”
“Really really.” You echoed back quickly, avoiding the way he peeked towards your obviously shy gaze. He smiled to himself, turning the corner towards your place before neatly parking at the front.
He locked the passenger side door as you unbuckled your seatbelt, attempting to get out. You turned back to him with furrowed eyebrows, unlocking the door just to have him lock it again. “Leon.” You scolded slightly, unlocking the door a second time before turning back to him as he locked it another time.
“Just say it once,” he shifted in his seat to face you, leaning forward to unlock the door for you before looking you up and down. “One time and we can pretend this conversation never happened.”
You nibbled on your bottom lip, glancing over at the safety of your house and the dark look in his eyes. You groaned dramatically, pinching the bridge of your nose before peeking up at him from in between your fingers. “Why?”
“I just want to hear you say it.”
You held his intense gaze, hiding the growing smirk behind your hands before quickly dropping your hands onto your lap as you forced a stoic look. You slowly moved your hand towards the door again, but he didn’t move to lock it again. He watched as you opened the door, stepping out one leg at a time before looking over at him again.
You quietly hopped out the car, turning to face him as you leaned your head into the vehicle. “Call me tonight.” You said simply, closing the door as you stepped onto the curb. You lingered on the sidewalk as he hesitantly pulled the car out of park before making your way inside the seclusion of your house.
-11:41 pm-
The day passed in a blur after that.
You showered. Ate something. Tried to nap. Failed. Tried to distract yourself. Failed harder.
Every time your phone buzzed, your heart dropped to your stomach, only for it to be another email or text from Sherry. You could’ve spent the entire night climbing up and down the walls from the anticipation of his call. By the time the clock hit eleven, the hope slowly died out.
Maybe he was working late.
Maybe he was busy.
The thought of him simply forgetting never once slipped in your head. That couldn’t be a possibility. Not when he spent the last two weeks texting you every night. Impossible.
Your apartment was quiet, dimly lit by the soft glow of the lamp on your nightstand. You just finished your nightly routine, purposefully dragging it by another thirty minutes just to see if he’d finally call. Hair damp from the wash, skin still warm and slightly sticky from moisturizer, you laid back against the headboard reading updated news regarding your dead end from earlier.
The silence felt heavier at night, like the whole day had been building toward something you weren’t sure would actually happen. Legs propped in front of you, you set your laptop aside, stretching out with a heavy sigh as you quickly glanced over at the time.
You were just about to set in for the night, just about to give up and turn off the light when your phone loudly rings somewhere in your bed. You jerk up, grabbing your laptop and setting it on the nightstand as you scramble to find your phone. The bright screen shines through the blanket like a halo of light calling out your name.
You snatch the phone from the blanket, fumbling it in your hand before glancing down at the contact.
leon sexy kennedy — calling…
For a second all you could do was stare at the screen, fingers shakily picking up the call as if this was the first time the two of you had even called. Sure you’d spoken a few times here and there, but there was something strangely nerve wracking and intimate about a call this late. You swiped to answer, setting the phone call on speaker as you set the device beside you.
“Hello?”
There was a soft, long exhale on the other end, like he’d been holding his breath without realizing it. You could hear the faint shuffle of maybe a bed or a couch before he finally spoke. “Didn’t wake you, did I?” Leon’s voice was low, rougher than it had been that morning. Like he’d just woken up, or had a long night. Maybe a bit of both. Either way, the sound of his voice set a warmth straight to your gut.
“No,” you said, settling back against your pillows. “I was up.”
A beat of charged silence. You could faintly hear his breathing before he let out a quick hum. You could picture him almost perfectly; sitting on his couch, legs spread out, one hand on his thigh—
God you felt like a pervert.
“You told me to call.” He said quietly, and you desperately wished you had the patience to help him turn on his FaceTime just to take the opportunity to stare at him a little more.
“And you listened. I’m impressed, really.”
Another quiet breath, something between an annoyed laugh and a huff of air. “I actually tend to listen to most people.”
You shifted, pulling your blanket over your legs, fingers itching at your pajama pants as you literally fought the urge of tossing and turning like some school girl talking to her crush. “Long day?”
“Longer than it should’ve been.” His voice dipped a little lower, and it took everything in you not to moan like some whore. You pinched the bridge of your nose, rubbing for a moment as you leaned down slightly. “Been thinking about some things.”
You raised an eyebrow even though he couldn’t see it, looking over to your phone. “Oh? Like what?”
You heard him move, the faint rustle of fabric, the subtle sound of him leaning closer to his phone. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter, and somehow more intimate. “Like what you didn’t say in the car.”
You groaned at the reminder, rolling your eyes as you buried your face in your hands. “God, I’d figured a guy your age would’ve forgotten that.”
“Excuse me?” The tone is his voice pitched up just enough to have you scrambling for an explanation.
“No I didn’t mean like in a rude way— I was just kinda hoping you’d be too busy to have that thought on your mind—”
“Jesus Christ, kid. Just say you’ve missed me as much as I missed you so I don’t feel like I’m going crazy.”
You hesitated at his interruption, wiping your hands on your thighs as you nibbled on your bottom lip. He was quick to pick up your hesitation, a small tsk leaving his lips.
“You shy?” He spoke teasingly, all light and happy as if you weren’t physically struggling to say three simple words.
You sighed, grabbing your phone and bringing it against your chest to rest. “No.”
“Better not be shy at saying some words when you were soo eager to have me cum inside you.” You blinked at the remembrance of that night, slowly looking down at your phone as if you didn’t hear him correctly.
“S-sorry what was that?” You stumbled out in one pained breath only for him to laugh at you.
“You heard me.”
Your ears were burning at the reminder of you in his car, riding him in the middle of nowhere. You’d relived that moments six times in the past week, twice in your dreams. You heard him speaking, but you couldn’t quite make it out, ears ringing at the echo of his groans against your ear. It was all too much, not just the sex, but the entire absence of him, stripped away from you with no warning. It was so unfair.
“Leon, I miss you so much.” You hated how whiny you sounded, like some kid bitching about their favorite toy being taken away, but you almost didn’t care.
“I know you do, gorgeous.” His voice was so soft, it literally pained you. All tender, and sweet and annoyingly gentle.
You sighed heavily, pouting to yourself. You were about to let yourself wallow in your little pity party before his voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Hey. Don’t go getting all pouty on me.”
“I am not pouting.”
“I can hear your pout from here.”
“Okay, fine whatever, I’m pouting,” you threw your hands exasperatingly in the air even if he couldn’t see it. You tapped your phone screen, checking the time before pressing the tip of your tongue against the inside of your cheek. “Leon?”
“Yes?” He responded immediately, breath heavy and bated, like he’d been patiently waiting for you to say his name again.
You hesitated for a moment, heart jumping in your throat as you took a shaky breath. “Do yo—can…hmm.” You trailed off, scratching the side of your neck as you stared down at your lap.
“Do you want me to come over?”
“Yes.”
-12:35 am-
Leon had remained on the call the entire drive to your house, you could hear the speeding but you made no outward note on it. By the time you heard his car pull towards the driveway, you’d hung up the phone, eagerly waiting at the door. You impatiently lingered by the front door, peeking out the window as you chewed down on your glossy painted nails.
At the soft knock on your door, you quickly swung it open, his eyes immediately catching yours. You stepped aside to let him in, carefully closing the door behind him as the two of you stared at each other in silence. The tension was so thick you could scoop it up into a cup and fuel an entire city with its electricity.
His arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer as he slowly leaned down to press a kiss against your lips. You instantly leaned into the kiss, lips meshing together in a blur of needy touch as he pulled you against his chest. His hand ran up along your back, dragging against the fabric of your pajamas before pulling away. “Nice pjs.”
You chased after his lips as he leaned back, fingers brushing the airy fabric between two digits. You licked your lips at the lingering feel of his mouth, glancing down at your clothes before smiling at him. “Yeah, kiss me again.”
He raised an eyebrow at you, mouth tilting into a smug grin before planting another quick kiss on your lips. “Did you ask me here just to get in my pants?” He mumbled slightly against your lips, shifting his touch down to your ass as he slowly scooped you up into his arms. You rested one hand on his shoulder, sliding up to try to pull him closer.
“Shut up and kiss me again.” You whined impatiently, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance but he happily obliged. His lips met yours in a slow melt, tongues pressing and twisting passionately against one another as he stumbled towards your couch.
He carefully set you down on the cool fabric, setting in between your legs as he ran his hands under your shirt. His lips trailed away from your mouth towards your neck, slowly sinking his teeth down with long sucks. Dragging the fabric up to expose your stomach to his gaze, he lightly ran his fingertips against your lower navel, watching the way your skin rose with goosebumps.
You leaned your head back against the armrest, one hand resting on the side of his head to silently encourage him. He dragged the base of his tongue down to your collarbone, giving the skin light little nips as he continued to inch his way further down to your chest. You watched him with heavy breaths, forcing yourself to hold your breath as he guided your shirt further up towards your shoulders.
He quickly captured a hard, pebbled nipple in his mouth, his other hand sliding up to grope your breast as he softly sucked at the bud. You sighed shakily, biting down on your bottom lip as he kissed and sucked at your breast. His fingers dipped down towards the waistband of your pants, gently tugging them free. You breathed out in between rapid pants. He guided your legs up as he inched further down until his head was pressed in between your thighs. Guiding your knees over his shoulders, he looked up at you, giving him a lazy smile. “Relax, I’ll take my time.”
-two days later: 9 am-
You and Leon were standing outside a secured research outpost about an hour from HQ, the kind of off‑site facility the DSO only used when something needed to be kept quiet. Carrying the hum of generators and the distant echo of metal doors sliding open and shut, you adjusted your sweaty grip on a nearby tree.
Leon’s got one hand firmly wrapped around the handle of his axe, the smooth wood pressed firmly against your throat as he slides in and out of your abused pussy in slow thrusts. Your groans are strained against the material against your throat, fingers gripping at the bark of the tree in front of you for stability. Not your best moment to be getting fucked in the forest behind a research outpost, especially not when you’d already came twice, but you learned not to focus on the serious consequences of getting caught.
The two of you had been assigned to this location for follow‑up analysis on the intel from your last mission. Just the two of you, tucked away from the main building and everyone else’s noise. Leon’s eyes scanned the perimeter quietly, strained grunts and groans slipping from his lips. Your toes curled as his hand wrapped around his axe pressed the wood further into your throat, squeezing out a whiny moan.
You both had a lengthy conversation the other night when he came over, one that completely soothed your nerves in every way possible. While he was busy spitting against your cunt and kissing your folds, the two of you sorta came to an agreement to see each other more often. And of course it just so happened that you suddenly had him assigned with you and your next four missions this month. You had no problem with it, especially if you got to see him more often. Plus, it didn’t hurt to get a little action from it too.
You yelped weakly as his hips snapped against yours, pelvis meeting your ass in quick thrusts. You gasped hoarsely, eyebrows furrowed as you grasped at the tree for some type of salvation. “Mmpfuck, right there.” You moaned desperately, hips spasming against his as he quickly gave your hair a firm pull to shut you up.
“Shush.” He reminded through clenched teeth, letting the axe fall from his grip, catching it before it could clatter on the wet dirt beneath you. He presses the axe head against the bark beside your head, moaning lowly at the feeling of your pussy clenching around his pistoning cock.
“I-I’m trying.” You retorted sharply, the tone in your voice quickly loosing its bite as he gives your head a warning tap with the side of the axe head. Your head leans towards the rough tree, cunt fluttering around him as you can feel your third climax approaching.
He slides the axe against the trunk of the tree, using his now empty hand to wrap around your throat and pull you up against him. You immediately rest your hand on his shoulder, biting through another whiny moan as your pussy clenches around his cock. White hot warmth runs through your veins, body convulsing in his arms as your orgasm washes over you. Your mouth falls open in a broken moan as he quickly squeezes your throat to force the sound to die out.
Your juices soak down along his dick, gushing out against his thighs and onto the leaf covered forest floor. His dick throbs and jumps inside you, keeping you firm against him you can barely feel the way his cock sprays out hot semen in long spurts. His lips find their way to your reddened neck, gently kissing the sting away and moving over the faint love bites he eagerly left the other night.
He keeps himself plugged inside you, one hand smoothing down your stomach as he peppers your neck in kisses. You slowly come down from your high, finally gaining some feeling in your legs as you twitch against him. “How d’you feel?” He asked softly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
You scoffed slightly, attempting to stretch out the discomfort in your limbs. “Well, my legs aren’t asleep anymore.” He grinned down at you, carefully waiting until the tips of your toes searched for the dirt before setting you down and pulling out with a wet squelch.
“This’ll make for an interesting report.”
“What will?” You looked back at him as he rubbed your back, tilting your chin up to examine your neck before cupping the back of your neck with a teasing look.
“Your improved stamina.”
