NO BECAUSE OH MY GOD, 8 INCHES IS ONE THING BUT ANYTHING PAST THAT IS SCARY.

Everybody knows that I'm a good girl officer

Hehehehe supportive cop Leon letting me get away with arson

Playing Dangerous

Leon Kennedy x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, smut, p in v (18 and up)

Inspired by this

“Fucking dick!” you shouted, staring at the video, “Fucking asshole!”

You were lounging in your lace (very see-through) nightgown at your boyfriend’s, ex-boyfriend’s, mansion when you saw the secretive video. He was away on a business trip and you were finally off the road from touring. The two of you haven’t seen each other in months, due to your music career and his company being the CEO. 

But that didn’t get in the way of your love, at least that’s what you thought. The long phone calls where you would talk for hours and then the calls where you did more than talk, meant nothing to him. All the flowers he sent before each show were there, filling your dressing room with its sickly sweet scent. You should’ve known it was going downhill when he brought his assistant to your lunch date, and you should’ve known something was off from the way she lazily regarded you, how she sat next to him. She walked in a manner as if he were hers. Perhaps at that time, he probably was. Every time you called him from halfway across the country, she was there in bed with him, or sucking him off as he called you his “little singer”. 

You throw your phone, staring at the ceiling through blurred eyes, angry that you’re hurting after ignoring the signs. He’s supposed to be coming home late tonight, going to the office to look over some paperwork, but you knew that he was with that bitch. Or, she was with him at the office, being in your bent-over position on his desk. “Fuck,” you say again, thinking of the dinner that you cooked, the cake that you’re baking. Hell, you’re even wearing a new lingerie set, a pretty dark red against your skin. Despite the hurt, you continued watching, seeing him sit her down, and plunge his face in between her legs. 

The video ended shortly after, leaving you trying to rationalize why. She was definitely more attractive than you, much happier to lean on him. She definitely tried to see everything from his perspective, but the most damning thing was that she was always there and you weren’t. That alone was all he needed to cheat. Finally, your sadness gave way to anger, eating you like a fire. Slashing tires, and breaking items can only do so much, so you decide to hit him where it hurts. Since he loves her so much, he can live with her. 

So, you fell asleep as your cake was baking, causing you to forget about it. As you were sleeping, you felt incredibly warm, waking up to nothing but smoke. You barely made it out, but thank goodness you were there alone. That’s the story you would tell, you decided staring at the flames. Watching them claw at the night sky as if trying to reach for the stars. The sound of sirens made you jump from your seat on the ground. An officer, a young one, jumped out of the car, his eyes widening seeing the flames. He spoke into his radio as he ran over to you, taking you by the waist to lead you away from the fire. From this angle, he looked akin to a puppy, with bright and big ocean eyes, and lips that gave you the softest smile, reassuring you that everything will be fine. His tenderness almost scared you, it felt so foreign, and then you realized why, his features were never that soft with you.

He opened the car door, seating you inside. He placed his jacket over you, “You okay, Miss?”

“Just a little shaken,” you say looking at the fire.

“Okay good,” he gave you a smile that weakened your heart, “Better to be shaken than burned.”

“I’ll be right back,” he began to walk toward the fire, causing you to take his hand.

“Officer ..,” you saw his badge, “Officer Kennedy, it’s dangerous, and no one else was inside, just me.”

He nodded, walking off again to talk on his radio. He then returned to you, his eyes taking your body briefly before he pulled out a small notebook. “Thank you for being concerned,” he says.

“What are you talking about Officer Kennedy?” you asked, pulling his jacket up, it was just so comforting, feeling right on you.

“About the fire,” he smiled, still making you weak, “But danger is my job, I keep people safe. Also, please call me Leon.”

“Okay Leon, I’m y/n l/n,” you say, and when he repeated your name it was heaven itself. Another sure sign that your desires were reaching for the stars like the flames. 

He then asked you questions about the fire, when did it start and how? You kept your story, though you felt bad whenever you would meet his angel eyes. He asked you why you were here and if you lived here. You told him that you were cooking for your partner, and seeing his face drop with slouched shoulders wanted you to make it clear that he is now your ex. After the questioning, he leaned against the cop car, staring at the fire, his fingers constantly moving. 

The silence allowed you to get another good look at him, noticing his slim yet muscular frame. Blonde-brown hair that was blowing in the wind. You mumbled how you felt so much safer with him and he dropped his head, running his hand through his hair as he mumbled thanks. So cute, you thought feeling your emotions run ahead of you. 

You two continued to sit in a comfortable silence, as you played with the ends of your nightgown. As you were doing that, you noticed Leon stealing glances, which you let slide at first, feeling a dangerous spark from those eyes. Then you felt the states become longer and bolder, Leon finally noticing that the nightgown is see-through, revealing the lingerie. 

“Is everything okay Leon?” you say, “Oh! My nightgown, I’ll cover it.”

“You don’t have to,” his eyes widened, becoming visibly ill, “I mean it’s up to you. Shit,” he sighs, “It looks nice.

“The nightgown or the lingerie?” you laugh, causing his face to match the flames. Then you got an idea, “Let’s switch places.”

“What do you mean?” he asks. 

“My turn to be the officer,” was all you said as you forced him on the seat. 

“So, Mr. Kennedy,” you pulled out your phone as if you were an interviewer, “Why did you join the RPD?”

He stared at you smiling as he playfully shook his head, “I knew that I wanted to protect people ever since I was young. I mean in my school years, I always stood up to bullies who were huge compared to me.”

“Quite the hero,” you say, thinking that he’s perfect, “But why this city, this department?”

“I love Raccoon City,” he began, his eyes finally resting on yours, confidence in his voice, “But this city needs work, and I want to help it, and all communities in it,” he chuckled, “I just want to protect innocent people.”

“Including poor damsels like me?” you tease.

At that Leon looked at your body again, now having a better view of you. He swallowed hard, before mumbling yes miss. You could feel him mentally removing the nightgown revealing the lacey lingerie material that shows off your chest. The underwear was just as equally thin, with straps that connected to a lace piece wrapped around your thighs. This was supposed to be for your ex, but maybe Leon will enjoy it instead. 

“Do you usually work so late and alone?” you asked, ignoring how his hands were resting over his crotch though your smile was light. 

“Um … no. I just started,” he struggled for words, “First night alone .. Fresh from training.”

“Your girl must be worried then,” you say, smile now gone with the realization, that you’ll be no better than your ex, “Sorry for keeping you so late,” you managed to laugh pointing at the fire. 

“There’s no girl,” he blurts out, “At least … there isn’t now. Been like that for two years.”

His desire is evident now in those stormy eyes. Giving you the confidence to get closer to him, inches from his face. His lips were so soft up close, and you fought the urge to kiss him right there, “Have you ever thought about dating a singer?” you were closer now, scarcely feeling his breathing, “Would you date a singer officer?”

“I’m guessing you don’t have a partner,” he says and you nod. The air between the two of you is finally clear.  

He pulls you onto his lap, shamelessly taking off the nightgown. His stare gave you goosebumps in the fire’s heat and his light kiss on your neck nearly caused you to come undone. “You’re beautiful,” he breathes against your neck.

You shakily breathe his name as he continues to kiss your neck, nipping as he goes lower to your chest. His hands weren’t idle, both finding your chest and kneading your chest, squeezing your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. His lips finally found yours, crashing into you like a hurricane. The feel of his tongue against yours was powerful as you began to become aware of, only concerning yourself with all things Leon. The fire, your ex, everything all faded away by Leon’s hands, by his kiss. It was just him and you, and all you wanted was to fade into him wholly.

You let your hands palm at his pants, clenching around nothing as you felt him getting hard under your fingers. Feeling impatient, you undid the buckles and pulled his boxers down. His cock came out, angry and already leaking, causing your heart to tumble at the sight seeing how large he was. 

“Please,” Leon croaked out, and you knew what he wanted, what he needed. 

You nodded, causing Leon to move your underwear to the side, exposing your dripping pussy. You then got over him, sinking down. He groaned feeling you around him, his hands digging into your sides. He then smirked, touching the side of your face, and tracing his fingers over your lips, “Are you just going to sit there and look pretty? Or are you going to move that body of yours?”

So, you did as he said causing a beautiful sound to fall from his mouth. As you grind your hips against him, chasing your high by crashing down on him. You threw your head back, feeling him come up and meet you as you crashed down. He hit all the right places, filling you just right by hitting your sweet spot. Your mouth was only able to form his name, repeating it like a sacred prayer. You then looked down at him, causing impossibly more butterflies in your stomach. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was slightly open, whispering jumbled words of praise. 

You touched your clit, rubbing desperate circles and feeling the pleasure build up like a bomb. The extra sensation caused you to clench around him even tighter, your name dripping in honey coming from his mouth. 

“Le … Leon,” you whined feeling him move your finger. 

 He placed your finger in his mouth, his tongue swirling over it. He was drunk on your taste, on you, hazy eyes filled with desire. His eyes were dark with it, giving the impression that they did not belong to him. But they focused on you, saw you, and you can swear that you think you’re falling in love. He held you down, rubbing new circles on that same sensitive area, all the while thrusting up. Your moans filled the police car as you grind on his dick, against his finger. 

“Leon … Leon more,” you begged, fucking yourself against him, “More please,” the bomb was getting ready to explode. The knot in your stomach coming undone. 

He obliged, making the circles on your clit harder, thrusting up into you harder and faster. You became sloppy at first, losing somewhat of a rhythm of grinding into him as your body began to shake, your legs jello. Next thing you knew, a white-hot pleasure erupted in you, engulfing you like a flame as you came on his dick. But he wasn’t done with you. He kept on slamming into your abused hole, the overstimulation causing you to try to get out of his grip but he was too strong. Or, maybe you just didn’t want to leave. Now he was chasing his high, thanking you for being good, for still being tight. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t talk. Your mind was in a haze, dumb off of his cock. You came again, another cry coming from your mouth, which Leon called beautiful. 

Leon’s movements began to falter and stutter, signaling that he was close. He sat up, pulling you into a deep kiss as he came, some of it spilling out of you. The two of you finally pulled apart, your pants filling the comfortable silence. You moved some hair that was sticking to his forehead, and he gave another tender kiss, full of promise. He wraps a jacket around you, holding you against him. You don’t know why, or what convicted you to talk. It could’ve been the intimate moment that you shared or his calming heartbeat, but you did. “Do you ever think about her?” you asked, “Do you miss her?”

You felt him shift and tense, but he still held you. “I did think about her a lot. I mean, I saw her as mine, despite us being on and off, I knew that I loved her. So when she left, I was blindsided and angry,” he sighed, “I tried to hate her, but I couldn’t. I did miss her, but … I think I found something better.”

“I was angry,” you confessed, “I lied, Leon. He cheated and I couldn’t think,” you felt tears, “I was so angry, I started the fire. I just wanted him to feel my pain, especially because I did nothing but love him.”

“But this fire didn’t stop my anger,” you say, finally looking at him, “Leon, I don’t want to be angry.”

“Well,” he squeezed your hand, “It’s a good thing that you don’t have to.”

You smiled, feeling safety in his gaze, “But I lied to a cop and committed arson. You can arrest me.”

He caressed the side of your face again, “But you fell asleep, remember?” he says, “You forgot the cake.”

Your eyes widened as you giggled, kissing him, “Of course officer, I was just so sleepy.”

Soon the two of you were standing side by side watching the firefighters put out the remaining flames. They didn’t notice how his hand held yours, how he pulled you close. “I would like to do this again, I mean,” he facepalmed, “I would like to ask you on a date, make it an all-day thing, breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” he smiled, “I want to know my singer more, then after all that we can do this again.”

You kissed his cheek, “I would love that Leon.”

Something about Leon with cats make me feel super warm and fuzzy inside

gets me giggling

i love him so so much

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rating: E STARS!Chris Redfield/STARS!Reader/Rookie!Leon 18+ warnings: AFAB!GN!Reader, FWB (Chris and Reader), threesome, jealousy, catching feelings, fingering, p in v sex, blowjob, come swallowing, snowballing, rimming, handjobs, cunnilingus, anal sex, sexual picture, creampie, slight angst, no gendered terms, no use of y/n word count 7.5k summary: You and Chris devise a plot to get Leon in on your little "arrangement" you two have. What you don't expect are the hitches, namely coming from Chris. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49661005

You pushed into the S.T.A.R.S. office with hurried steps. Your eyes scanned the room and fell on Chris propped up at his desk, feet on the edge and a file in his hand. You stormed over quickly, grabbing the file, and you slammed it down on the desk. Chris tipped forward in his chair; a what the hell started up from his throat, but you twisted him to face you.

“Have you seen the new rookie?”

There was an urgency in your voice, and Chris furrowed his brow. “What, Branagh’s new recruit?” You nodded violently. “No, why?”

“Come here.”

You grabbed Chris by the back of his shirt, pulling him forward until he was forced to stand up; you hauled him outside and down the hall.

“Are you serious? Wesker’s gonna have my ass if I don’t finish these reports.”

“Shut up, Chris, holy god, when have I ever led you wrong?” A quick beat. “Don’t answer that.” You rounded the corner to the stairs and took them two at a time, letting go of Chris as he followed you with dragging feet. The door to the west offices was propped open, so you were able to slink in and rest your elbows onto the little railing just inside. You turned back and gestured for Chris to settle beside you.

“This better be–”

You grabbed Chris by the chin and swiveled his head until you knew he saw him. He was sitting at his desk, twisting what appeared to be a few padlocks. He jerked at one which earned a few laughs from the squad. Chris flicked his dark eyes over to you.

“Yeah. Told you.” You were smug, and Chris didn’t even have it in himself to argue with you. You both resumed your looks at the rookie. The prettiest little face in the whole building, soft blonde hair–how could you not stare? Chris stood up tall and started to move down the stairs. You grabbed his bicep, feeling it firm against your palm. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, I’m going to introduce myself.” Chris gave you a look that seemed to say duh?

“No you’re not. I found him.” You twisted your face, and Chris raised a brow, smirking.

“Please, I bet I can get him in the locker room before the end of the week.”

“Oh, yeah fucking right, Redfield. Look at him.” You both pointedly turned your gazes to the rookie. Whatever his task was had him pacing the room, checking desks. There was a slight flush to his face, pink and adorable, but there was also a triumphant look in his eyes. “He’s like if a golden retriever was a person, dude. No way he’ll go for you.”

“Like you’re much better?” Chris fired back. “I’ve been in bed with you enough to know you’d tear him apart without any supervision.”

That last word. There was a note of silence that held a dawning understanding. You both grinned, and there was a nod. You pushed at each other, too giddy to contain the need to rough each other up, and there was a sharp call of hey! that made you both stop.

“Is there a reason half of alpha’s in my squadroom right now?” Lieutenant Branagh shouted, putting his hands on his hips. The rest of his unit turned to stare up at the two of you, including the rookie. He’d made his way near the small staircase and was looking up with the softest blue eyes you’d ever seen. You were transfixed, but Chris elbowed your ribs.

“Sorry, Lieutenant, just heard we had a new kid,” you answered honestly. You tilted back down to look at Leon, and you offered him a quick wink. A blush immediately rose to his face.

“Didn’t realize S.T.A.R.S. gave a damn about the other half,” Elliot muttered from his desk, just loud enough to be heard. Chris shot him a glare.

“Well, I’ll be letting your captain know his top officers are wasting time in my office instead of doing the things I know he’s assigned you.” Marvin reached out and picked up the receiver to his desk phone and, undoubtedly, punched in Wesker’s extension.

“We’re just leaving, lieutenant,” Chris assured, guiding you out by your shoulders. “Nice to see you, rookie!”

The two of you started back up the stairs, heads pressed together, a mess of conspiracy. You were only interrupted when Wesker cut you off in the hall, folding his arms, and a scowl crossed his face.

Overtime stung that night, but it gave you both time to plot.

The next morning, you were at work painfully early. You had slipped into the west office after getting them unlocked by reception. It took begging, but you earned your way down the small set of stairs over to the station containing the coffee maker. You flicked it on, and you quickly set up a pot to brew. You even washed out a mug. Surely if Wesker saw the effort you were putting in, he’d ream you for it. You could hear him now: All this and you can’t even provide a single report on time? You’re worse than Chris.

You drummed your fingers over the counter before sliding your gaze over to the rookie’s desk. You craned your neck. It was open, meaning he’d figured out whatever that mess with the padlocks was yesterday, and it looked neat. It wasn’t yet messy with assignments. Though, you imagined he was likely a pretty well-put together guy.

The coffee maker went quiet as it finished brewing. Just as it did, you heard the door to the office open, and you looked up. The rookie, already dressed in his uni blues, was above you. You smiled warmly. “Hey, new guy. Leon, right?”

“Right.” He smiled back, and he took the steps slowly, still watching you. “You’re with S.T.A.R.S.” An observation. You stuck your hand out and offered him your name. “Leon Kennedy,” he provided after you, squeezing your hand tight, like he had something to prove.

“Good to meet you.” You lifted the coffee pot from the warmer with a soft thunk, and you poured yourself some. You pulled free another mug, and you tilted it toward him. “Want some?”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks. Do you guys not have a maker in your office?” Leon asked.

You poured him some coffee and slid back the pot. “We do. This one’s better, though.” A lie that came easily to you. Leon didn’t even question it. It almost made you feel a little bad. He was cute. You passed him the mug, not bothering to add anything to it, and Leon took it gratefully. He blew on the hot liquid gently. The steam curled toward you, and you met his gaze over the lip of the cup. His blue eyes looked a little bloodshot. There was too much cologne on him, and your lip curled up. “Rough first day, I take it?”

“What do you mean?” Leon furrowed his brows.

“You’re hungover.”

At that, Leon went still. “Is it obvious?”

“You went a little heavy on the cover-up,” you told him, adding cream to your coffee. You stirred it slowly with a plastic spoon, and you tossed it away before raising your own mug to your lips. Eyes alight with amusement, you raked your gaze over his form as Leon turned your words over in his mind. “It’ll be fine. Just go get into your uniform early, and no one will know.”

“I’ll do that.” Leon took a sip. The coffee was still numbingly hot, and you could see that it burned by the way his lips turned brighter. He rolled them together, trying to numb the sting, and you wished you had the nerve to corner him and kiss it away. But you were thinking with the wrong head. If this was going to work, you and Chris had to move carefully. “Are you usually here this early?”

“Sometimes.” Not technically a lie. You found that the longer you spoke to the younger man, the less you wanted to outright deceive him. He was good, brimming with a passion you’d long lost since your days in the army, and it helped to see it alive in someone else. Leon nodded.

“Well, it’ll be nice to see you. I mean–” The rookie cleared his throat. “It’s good to know someone.”

“Yeah, I get you.” You shot him a little smile, reassuring. Leon returned it. Oh, you wanted to tear him apart. “You know, Chris is a good guy, too. If you see him around, talk to him.”

“That’s who was with you yesterday?” Leon asked, and he took another sip. There was the sound of someone else entering–or leaving–the building. It was reminding you that time was passing, and you needed to get out of here before Lieutenant Branagh chewed you out again.

“Yeah. That’s him.” You quickly drained your coffee despite the way it burned your throat, and you laid the mug aside. Hey, you’d already washed it once. If you were lucky, Elliot would be the grumbling asshole that had to clean up after you. “Well, I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow probably.”

“Sure. Oh, hey.” Leon stopped you with a touch to your arm. For a moment, your mind went wild, wondering what he could possibly need to say, what he might do. But then Leon gestured to a spot on his neck while he nodded at you. “You’ve got–there’s a–a bruise.”

Your hand flew up to cover the spot he motioned to. Your bottom lip pinched between your teeth, frustration boiling up. Chris. You knew he’d latched onto you hard last night, but to put it where it could be seen? When he knew you were going to be talking to Leon? Oh, he was a dead man. “Thanks, rookie.”

“Leon,” he corrected. It was hard not to tease him, but you obliged.

“Thanks, Leon.” You backed out toward the stairs, climbing them. “Take it easy out there.”

You thundered your way up to the S.T.A.R.S. office, and you briefly considered sabotaging something about Chris’ desk. But when you opened a drawer, began rifling through the files, you found a beaten up polaroid he’d taken of you in his bed. It made you soft. You closed the drawer quietly, and you set to work on your reports.

The week dragged on. It killed you getting up so early. But it was worth it getting to speak to the rookie. You knew Chris was working him at closing, typically catching him doing something menial in the library. Whatever you two had been doing, it was working. Leon visibly perked up whenever he saw you. The only time you were late, you were rewarded with a there you are and the brightest smile showing off Leon’s little crooked canine.

By Friday, you had settled into an easy routine, and this time, you had a plan. You’d discussed it with Chris, and, while it was relatively soon, you felt good about your odds.

“Morning!” Leon called as he bounced down the steps. You pressed a mug into his hands as soon as he rounded the corner.

“Morning,” you murmured. “Hey, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Shoot.” Leon took a sip. He walked past you toward his desk, and you followed him. Leon sat down, at his chair, and you slid onto the desk itself, crossing one leg.

“Chris and I are headed to his place tonight to hang out. We’ll probably put on some football and just–I don’t know, fuck around.” Leon tipped his head back as he scooted his chair closer to his desk. His arm was brushing against the side of your thigh. “Wanna come?”

“Really?” Leon looked genuinely excited. There was a sparkle in those beautiful eyes, and you grinned despite yourself. “That’d be great. Should I bring anything?”

“Just yourself.” You shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, yeah. When should I be there?”

“Just whenever you can. If you want to go home after your shift, that’s fine.” You were planning on staying the night with Chris no matter how the evening panned out, so it didn’t much matter. Chris had insisted.

That, in tandem with the photo you had found earlier in the week and the bruise he’d left, was only complicating things. You two had been having sex for a while now, and the intended addition of Leon was supposed to keep up the casual nature of it all. But Chris was being too…Chris. And it was adding another layer to the whole thing you didn’t like.

“Sure. Yeah, I can be by a few hours after–what’s the address?” Leon picked up a yellow pad of paper and pen, which you quickly plucked from him, your hands bumping against the rookie’s.

“Here.” You scribbled it down quickly, and you shoved it toward Leon. He looked it over, clearly trying to map the city in his brain. “It’s that big brown building on Pennsylvania avenue, if that helps.”

“It does. I’ll find it.” Leon grinned up at you. “Thanks.”

“No worries.” You reached out and laid a hand on his shoulder, an affectionate weight, and you saw him brighten even further. You were only a few years older than him, but sometimes, it felt like a lifetime. Leon ripped off the piece of paper that contained the address. He folded it up and stuffed it in his shirt pocket. You watched his fingers flit over the button and secure it quickly. For safekeeping. He even patted the spot while he looked up at you. “Well, I guess I’ll let you get to it. Are they letting you drive yet?”

“I get to today,” Leon said, sitting a little straighter. You nodded.

“Look at you. Growing up so fast.” Your hand raised further and ruffled his blonde hair. Bold, a little teasing, and you saw his smile as he ducked away from you, shoving at your hand.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” But Leon looked pleased at your attention. His ears were a little redder than before, and you thought more about tonight. Leon flipped his wrist over and checked the time. You mirrored his actions and swore.

“Ah, shit. Wesker’s gonna kick my ass. Sorry, rookie. We’ll see you tonight.” You couldn’t wait for a response, but you did hear his soft voice saying something as you rushed your way out of the squadroom and into the main lobby, stumbling as you tried to make it around the corner before you were given more overtime.

Luckily, the meeting hadn’t started just yet, and you sighed as you sank into the only empty chair beside Chris. He’d saved you a spot. Chris leaned over and whispered in your ear, too close, too intimate in the office. “Hey. Talk to Leon?”

“He’s on board,” you mumbled back, turning slightly. Your noses brushed together, and you jolted backwards. “Not sure when, but…” You nodded, and Chris hummed in thought.

“Good.”

But there was something in his tone, and you flashed him a look. “What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing.” But Chris couldn’t lie to save his life. He wore his emotions like cheap perfume: loud, suffocating. You frowned. Chris caved. “Okay, it’s just–”

“Enough chatter.”

Wesker’s voice shattered the air and rebuilt it thick with tension. You shifted in your seat to look up at the corkboard, and your captain flicked his gaze between you and Chris. He opted not to say anything, though, and he began to drone on about the case you were all working on.

You kept your eyes forward, but you could feel that Chris wasn’t. Heat prickled along the back of your neck, and you knew he was sneaking glances.

Chris kept his distance for the rest of the day.

You only got back with him when Chris drove you both to his apartment. Once upstairs, you couldn’t take it anymore, and you slammed his door shut as he walked forward. Chris picked up his remote and turned on the tv. The night was already falling, autumn in full effect, and you flicked on the lights.

“Okay, spill. You’ve been acting fucking weird.”

“I know.”

You stepped forward, closer to him. Chris placed his palms on your cheeks, and he crushed you to him in a kiss born out of desperation. You pulled back. “Chris. Talk to me. You promised when we started this.”

“I know.” Chris raced his thumbs along your cheeks. “I just can’t figure it out–god, let me kiss you. And then I swear I will.” It was a slippery slope. You knew if Chris kissed you it would end up as something else. But you couldn’t tear your eyes away from those too-soft Bambi eyes, and you melted in his hold. A quick nod, and your mouths were locked together. Tongues flicked, pressed, sank into one another with aching familiarity. This was something you were good at together.

Sure enough, Chris pulled you onto the couch. He crawled above you, and his hands grazed up your thighs until he palmed at you through your jeans. Your clit lept to attention, pushing into your underwear. Wetness beaded between your lips as Chris started to unbutton your pants.

“The rookie–”

“Said he wouldn’t be here for a while.” Chris huffed a soft exhale into your mouth. He needed this; you could feel it in the way he shook. “Please.”

“Alright.”

Chris pulled your clothes down, and his fingers trailed up between your folds. He relished in how immediate your body’s response was. And truthfully, it had never been this way for anyone else. Chris did something to you, and, if you thought about too long, it frightened you. But for now, you focused on the pads of his fingers dragging patterns across your swollen nerves, stroking your clit with tender movements.

“Chris,” you breathed. “Fuck, put your fingers inside. Gotta feel it.”

“God, I love hearing you like this,” Chris growled out; he dipped lower until he was prodding at your cunt. You spread your thighs as much as your half-on jeans would allow. Chris pushed two fingers inside; your walls stretched to accommodate his thick digits, and you moaned softly. Chris dipped his head to kiss at your neck. When his teeth flashed out, you clicked your tongue. 

“Don’t leave another fucking hickey.”

“Why not?” he whined.

“You left that last one so the rookie would–ah.” You cut yourself off with a quick cry as Chris curled his fingers, pressing upwards until you clenched around him. A soft there it is from Chris, and you wished it didn’t feel so good so you could keep chastising him.

“What did I do?” Chris asked innocently. Your hips bucked when his other hand moved to paw at your clit in time with the movements of his fingers.

“Shut up.”

Your cunt squelched as Chris kept fingering you. Knuckle-deep with each press forward, you couldn’t stop the constant rocking of your hips. You were grinding roughly into his touches, and your orgasm started to boil, sinking its teeth into your skin. You were so close–

A knock at the door. You moaned, and Chris started to pull away.

“No, please, I’m right there,” you begged, reaching out to pull at his shirt. Chris’ eyes fluttered at the look on your face, and he shifted back closer.

“Don’t be loud.”

You tried. You really did. You choked down your moan, but it still bounced for a few precious seconds before Chris removed his hand from your clit and slapped his hand across your mouth. Soft keens of his name filled his palm while he let you fuck down on his fingers as slick spilled over him. Another knock cut you short, and Chris looked toward the door.

He pulled away from you, wiping his hand on his jeans. You scrambled to pull up your pants as Chris opened the door. You turned to try and hide the obvious motions of zipping yourself up and securing your button as Leon walked in. In his hand was some sort of tray.

“Glad you could make it,” Chris said as he stepped into the kitchen, trying to take Leon’s eyes off of you. You were grateful for it when Leon swiveled to look at him.

“Yeah, thanks for having me.” Leon set down the tray, tearing off the plastic bag that covered it. “I know you both said I didn’t have to bring anything, but I figured I would anyway.”

You finished straightening your clothes, and you stood from the couch. There was a slight wet spot from where you’d leaked, and you panicked. You grabbed one of Chris’ shirts discarded on the floor, and you tossed it across the cushion to cover it. Chris was popping open the plastic on the tray.

“Really, you didn’t need to,” you said as you walked over. Meat and cheese. Simple. You grabbed a slice of pepperoni and popped it into your mouth. “I didn’t bring anything.”

“Yeah, what gives?” Chris teased. “The rookie’s already done more for me, and you practically live here.”

You shot a look at Chris. You weren’t sure what his plan was with that line, but Leon raised a brow. Maybe he was just trying to get the kid’s interest. Maybe he was being too Chris again. You grabbed another pepperoni and chewed on it in annoyance.

“You guys are pretty close,” Leon said. Chris walked over to the fridge, and his fingers curled around a can of soda. He tossed it to Leon who caught it easily.

“I guess so,” you said; it was Chris’ turn to fire a look your way. You gave the subtlest shake of your head, and Chris tilted his head away, the upset look on his face as clear as day. You felt a pang of regret, but this was his fault, you told yourself. If he was feeling something more–

“How long have you been at the department?” Leon asked, oblivious.

“Four years. I got out of the army after my mandatory four years, and I ended up in S.T.A.R.S. the same year, when I was 22.”

“I joined up a year after. Right when I was discharged from the Air Force.” Chris tossed a can of soda to you with a little more force than necessary. You caught it close to your chest and popped it open. Chris grabbed his own, and the three of you leaned in various spots around the kitchen island. You all picked at the snack tray Leon had brought, chatting idly.

Eventually, you were the one to gently coax everyone back toward the living room. You pointed at the tray and crooked your finger, encouraging someone to grab it and bring it with. Chris obeyed, and you smiled at him. He returned it weakly. Another twist in your gut full of the apology you wished you could give him right now.

You plopped down onto the couch, and Leon settled in softly beside you. Chris laid down the tray, and he crossed in front of you both to sit on the opposite side of Leon. You leaned back, and you threw your arm across the back of the couch. Chris did the same, and your hands touched gently behind Leon’s head. You looked over at him; you hoped the way your knuckles brushed together was enough to let him know you were sorry.

Chris looked at you. His eyes went soft, and he nodded.

“So, Leon,” you started. He looked over at you, and you inhaled. He was even prettier in the low light of Chris’ apartment. “You bring a girlfriend with you to Raccoon City?”

“Or a boyfriend?” Chris added nonchalantly.

“No.” Leon sighed. He hunched forward to set down his soda, and when he leaned back, his head tipped to rest on the back of the couch. He bumped against your hand, and you took the opportunity to run your fingers through his hair. Leon looked a little surprised; his eyes flickered, and he glanced over at you, but your casual demeanor seemed to soothe him. “No, I–technically, I almost did. But she didn’t want to move and I did.”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Chris said. He, too, leaned up to set his soda aside. You’d finished yours just a few moments ago. “Was it just too far?”

“I don’t even know.” Leon threw his hands up before letting them fall into his lap. They folded together, and Leon pushed his thumb into his palm. “She knew I wanted this, knew how badly I wanted this assignment. And I was fully prepared to take that step to move in but it didn’t matter.”

“Was that right before you left?” you asked. You twirled a lock of blonde hair around your finger before letting it fall. Your hand pushed his bangs out of his face. Leon’s eyelids fluttered slightly. You noticed that Chris had laid a reassuring hand on his knee.

“A little bit before that. So a few weeks ago.” Leon tilted his head to look at you. “It still sucks sometimes.” You nodded. “But it’s helped–you know, working. Doing what I love.”

“Is it everything you imagined?”

“Not exactly.” A wry smile. “It’s a lot more–”

“Clerical, right?” Chris supplied. His hand squeezed at Leon’s leg gently.

“Yeah!” Leon grinned, tilting his head now to the other side to look at Chris. “They don’t tell you about all the shit you’ll be filing.” You both laughed, and Leon’s tooth glinted in the light. A rumble of thunder rolled outside. The ever-reliable rain of Raccoon City was rolling in for the evening. There was a long moment of silence while you combed through Leon’s hair. Chris had shifted a little closer so he was pressed flush to Leon’s side as you all watched the tv with no real interest.

“Can I ask something?” Leon’s voice was soft, and he kept his eyes forward.

“Hm?” you hummed.

“Why did you guys really invite me here?”

The question sent a shock through the air. You exchanged a look with Chris, who took over with cautious words, “What do you mean?”

“This just feels–” Leon gestured between the three of you. “Like there’s something going on.”

You drew your hand away from his hair. Leon turned to watch your slow movements, and you cleared your throat. Your lips parted as your tongue touched the roof of your mouth; your breath came quicker. “Look, rookie, you’re cute.” You came out with it, as tender as a rusted nail, and you sighed. “Chris and I–”

“Are together. I know.”

“What? No, it’s–” Complicated. That much you knew. But you didn’t need to elaborate on it. Chris, blessedly, didn’t question you. “We fool around.”

“We wanted to see if you did, too.”

“All three of us.” Leon mulled it over. The way his eyes widened showed how nervous he was at the concept; however, the way he pulled at his jeans, shoved his hips forward to hide his erection, betrayed the excitement in his blood.

“Yeah. Is that okay?” Chris asked. The hand on Leon’s thigh rode up a little higher.

“I just–I don’t know exactly how it would work.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You slid up onto your knees, shuffling closer to Leon. “We’ll take care of you.”

“Okay.”

A slow pause as your fingers dragged down across his cheek. “Can we kiss you?”

Leon nodded.

You dove down and caught the rookie’s lips. He parted for you almost in an instant, and you purred softly as your tongue entered his mouth. Chris moved on his other side, and you saw that dark swath of hair as he dipped to kiss the exposed skin of Leon’s neck.

Your hand met Chris’ on Leon’s chest. You were both wandering, exploring your newest addition in earnest. You smiled when you felt Chris brush affectionately over you before resuming his exploration. Leon moaned into your mouth, and you broke away. Spit connected you both, but Chris broke the string when he gripped Leon’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding him to the other side to take his own taste.

You watched them kiss while your palm raced over Leon’s lean stomach. Your palm eventually found the bulge in his pants, and you pushed down. Leon’s hips bucked up to meet you, and you smiled. You kept pressing your hand into him while your other hand reached up and fisted in the back of his hair.

When Chris broke away, you tugged Leon back until he was forced to stare at the ceiling. You leaned over Leon to lick at Chris’ lips before meeting him in a warm kiss. You mumbled into him, “This is okay?”

Chris nodded, murmuring back, “As long as you’re still staying the night.” As long as I get you to myself he meant.

“I am.” You will.

Chris broke from you, and your eyes met. The lamplight turned his brown irises nearly yellow, and you thought he never looked more beautiful. “Good.”

In sync, just as you always were, you turned your attention back to Leon. You shifted so you were prostrate in his lap; Chris moved to mirror your position, and you managed to get Leon’s cock out of his jeans. Underwear shoved down, you exposed him totally. Chris reached out and gripped Leon’s shaft, making a few slow strokes while one of your hands cupped his balls in your hand.

“Holy shit,” Leon breathed out. He looked down, eyes half-closed, and you saw the blush across his entire face. “I’m dreaming. I have to be.”

Chris laughed, and you rolled your eyes. You slipped forward and lapped your tongue over Leon’s cock. You licked up the few drops of pre-come that had beaded against his slit. Chris kept pumping slowly, and you winked up at him. When you did, Chris groaned. He leaned close to touch his tongue to yours. You twined in opposite directions over Leon’s head, meeting in the middle before darting away again. It was the most arousing thing you’d ever done, and the pulsing of your clit proved that.

“Oh, god. Careful. Please.” A warning in his voice. An unspoken worry that he’d come too fast.

“What? Can’t go for more than one round, rookie?” Chris teased him. He laved his tongue in a long lick up the length of Leon’s cock. You replaced Chris’ mouth by sucking him into your mouth for just a moment.

It was like the thought hadn’t occurred to Leon. And when it did, the tension in his body seemed to relax. The worry about ruining things seemed to bleed out, and you felt his dick twitch against the two of you. You squeezed his balls, rolling them between your fingers. Chris nuzzled your cheek while you gently suckled Leon, breathing hot over your skin, and you peeked up at him.

“You’re so pretty,” Chris breathed. “I love watching you suck cock. And Leon’s looks good in your mouth.”

You hummed around the rookie before slipping off with a gasp. “Wanna taste him.”

“You heard the boss, Leon.” Chris leaned up to Leon. “Come on.” His hand cupped Leon’s cheek gently, thumb swiping over his bottom lip before dipping inside his mouth. “Come for us.”

Leon whimpered softly as your mouth sank down around him again; you took him deep, and it only took a few wet licks as you hollowd your cheeks to bring him exactly where you wanted him. Leon cried out, head thrown back, and his hips jumped up to fuck against your tongue. Come coated your mouth, pooling near the front of your mouth. You held it there as he finished pumping each rope, sticky and warm, making you dizzy on the heavy taste. You were careful to keep it all in your mouth as you sat up. You stuck your tongue out to show it off, and Chris moved swiftly to share in the taste.

The two of you kissed in front of Leon’s bewildered face, gently pushing Leon’s load into Chris’ mouth. Your tongues danced together, sloppy, thick with the rookie’s mess, and you moaned. Your hips were grinding against nothing, and Leon was stringing curses together as he watched with awe.

A hand, gentle and unsure, reached out to grip at your waist. You were tugged closer to Leon, breaking your kiss with Chris who watched with longing as you were guided toward him.

“You are so pretty,” Leon breathed before smoothing a hand through your hair. He kissed you with a little too much adoration. Though, you supposed you couldn’t blame him. Not entirely. Chris wiped at his mouth, and he let out a quiet huff as he reached for the other side of your waist.

“Relax, Chris,” you breathed, turning away from Leon. The rookie hesitated, casting his gaze between you both. “It’s about the rookie right now.”

“I know, I know.” But he still wasn’t happy. There was a slight grimace on his face. “Sorry.”

“Make it up to Leon,” you ordered. Chris hummed, and he smiled softly. He hated to disappoint you.

“Sorry, Leon.” Chris found Leon’s soft cock, still wet with spit, and he slicked his palm across his shaft.

“It’s–oh god–it’s okay.” Leon flushed something fierce, and his chest heaved as his cock started to stiffen again. You watched as you started to unbutton Leon’s shirt. Each one revealed more of his smooth, toned chest. Excitement made you clumsy, and you accidentally tore one of the looser buttons clean off.

“Fuck–I’ll fix it,” you promised. Leon let out the softest chuckle; it was breathless, and you grinned. It was the most relaxed he’d been so far. He was starting to really lean into the attention he was getting, despite the fact that your palm could feel how his pulse was hammering in his body. “Leon, can Chris fuck you?”

That made his heart beat even quicker. You pet over his torso in a soothing motion. Chris slowed his strokes to give Leon time to think. “I–shit, uh, yeah. Yeah, that’d be–” Leon puffed his cheeks out before blowing it out in a sigh of astonishment at how bold you were being. “I’d like that.”

Chris licked his lips. He jutted his chin toward you. “You know where…?”

“Yeah, I do.” You scrambled away, and you padded through the house, losing your clothing as you went. You were almost giddy, a bounce in your step as you entered Chris’ messy bedroom. You rifled through the side table and found a bottle of lube.

You paused as you started to leave. Your eyes were drawn to Chris’ polaroid camera, and you grabbed it as well. You darted back through the halls, and when you returned to the living room, your knees nearly gave out at the sight.

Leon was laid back; Chris was between his thighs, tongue lapping steadily at Leon’s hole. His cock was twitching against his belly, and you wanted nothing more than to be between them. Instead, though, you took slow steps toward them, setting the camera and lube on the coffee table.

“Look at you,” you murmured, sitting down beside Leon’s head. His eyes flew open when he felt the couch dip, and your hand carded through his hair. “Fuck, you’re so cute.” You turned your head to watch Chris continue to lap him gently; one hand fisted his cock and was stroking in time with his licks.

Leon tilted his head toward you, lips parting in a whine, and he reached up for you. You dipped lower to kiss his lips, twisting awkwardly, but it didn’t matter as you swallowed the moan that fell from his mouth.

Chris raised his head up from between Leon’s legs, and he saw where you’d set the lube. He curled his fingers around it, then he saw the polaroid. His fingers hesitated, but he continued and pulled the lube back to himself. He clicked it open and slicked up two fingers.

Leon jumped abruptly. You both looked down as Chris started to press a finger to his opening. You shifted until Leon’s head was resting in your lap.

“Goddamn, easy, rookie. You’re too tight,” Chris rumbled. He kissed along the inside of Leon’s thigh. “Relax for me.”

You hummed, running your hands through Leon’s hair. “Need something else to focus on?” you teased.

But Leon was deadly serious. “Yeah. Yeah, please. Let me eat your pussy. Please.”

“You teach him that while I was gone?” you asked Chris as you adjusted again. You laid Leon’s head back against the cushions, and you hovered above his mouth.

“Nope,” Chris teased back. “He’s just a good boy like that. Right, Leon?”

A moan blew from his lips and fanned over your soaked cunt. His hands hooked into your thighs, and you let Leon pull you down to his mouth. Long, languid licks dragged up the entirety of your cunt. You sighed, chin tucking to your chest, and you started to grind your hips gently into his tongue.

“There he goes.” Chris sank a finger into Leon’s ass; Leon’s cock twitched, and you saw pre-come puddle against his belly. “That’s it.”

“Good boy,” you praised again. “That’s right. Let yourself go, sweetheart.” Your hands planted on his chest. Chris watched with lust in his eyes as Leon’s tongue peeked out, slipping over your clit. You whimpered low in your throat.

Chris pressed another finger inside. He started to thrust slowly, stretching Leon with care; he purred, “Fuck, can’t wait to feel you on my cock.” Another twitch. “Pretty boy like you takes it really well, I bet.”

“Oh, I know he does,” you agreed. “Is he ready for it yet?”

“Quit drowning him and let’s find out.”

You giggled softly; Chris grinned at the sound, and you lifted your hips up. Leon barely breathed out a fuck yes before dragging you back to his face. Chris bit down on his lip and pulled his fingers free from the vice of Leon’s hole.

You watched Chris wet his thick cock with lube. You were suddenly grateful you were staying the night. There was something that glittered in your own chest. The broken glass bite of jealousy as Chris slid himself into Leon and groaned. You pushed it down, and, instead, you reached for the polaroid. You pointed it toward where Chris was rutting into Leon, and you clicked. The flash caught Chris’ attention, and he licked his lips, shaking his head at you while a smile pulled across his face.

You plucked the photo from the end of the camera and started to shake, hardly able to focus with the way Leon was suckling your clit into his mouth. You fucked down, humping his face like you’d never get a chance to again. Once you saw the film start to develop, you tossed it aside with the camera. You leaned forward, giving Leon more access to your cunt, but also seeking Chris.

“Come here,” you begged softly.

Chris leaned forward and kissed you. It was everything you needed. A reassurance that this was the man you started with, the one you’d end with. You tipped your head, mouth opening, and Chris tangled your tongue together. Chris’ brows pinched together, and your hands grabbed at his shoulders.

“Fuck,” you moaned into his mouth. “Gonna come.”

“Come on his face. He’ll look so handsome all wet from you.” Chris gripped Leon’s hips, pulling him into each thrust of his hips. You bucked down into Leon’s mouth a few more times.

“Leon–ah. Harder, rookie. Come on. None of that boyscout shit right now.”

Leon obeyed. He squeezed you closer until you weren’t certain he could breathe. He sucked you harder, tossing his caution to the wind, and you came. Chris kissed away the sob that was ripped from your throat, and your thighs trembled around Leon’s head. You lifted away from him, too overstimulated to let him keep going. Leon panted softly; his breaths billowed over your spasming cunt, and he licked up the juices that dripped from you onto his lips.

“God, I’ve got to thank him.”

“You sure do.”

You crawled up his body. Chris rocked back to give you space, and you found his cock; you took him into your cunt despite the way it almost burned from your orgasm. You took him inside, and Chris kept rocking. You moved on opposing thrusts. Chris went in, you slid up; Chris drew back, you slipped down. The whole time, Chris had his face buried in your neck.

“Oh, god, oh goddammit,” Leon cried. “I can’t. It’s too much. Holy shit. I’m gonna–I’m so–”

“That’s it, baby.” You looked over your shoulder. “You wanna come inside me? Can Chris come in you?”

“Yes, yeah–shit, please.”

Chris growled into your skin, and you hummed. “Gonna remind you later who that belongs to.”

“I know.”

Chris fucked into Leon with renewed vigor, a touch frustrated with how easily you were just letting Leon have what so rightfully was his. You pet a gentle hand through Chris’ hair as you heard the rookie cry out again; cock twitching against your walls, you felt come soak you, warm as it flooded your cunt. Leon must have squeezed tight around Chris, because it didn’t take long for him to peak. Chris pressed his hips flush and emptied himself into Leon.

The three of you went still save for your heaving breaths. You were the first to move, slipping off Leon. You went to Chris’ bathroom and found a half-empty plastic sleeve of wet wipes. You grabbed them and toted them back to the living room where you found Chris sitting up, and Leon positively trembling as he laid there.

You ripped out a wet wipe and settled between Chris and Leon to clean the rookie with a soft touch. You swiped away the come leaking from his hole, balling up the wet wipe, before retrieving another and wiping his cock clean.

Chris took a wipe of his own, cleaning himself slowly. You spread your legs and used a clean space to soak up Leon’s come. You took them all and tossed them away. Chris followed you until he reached the kitchen, gathering bottles of water in his arms that he distributed to each of you.

In total silence, you all nursed your bottles while you watched the tv. Things weren’t awkward, not by a long shot, but there was something hovering in the space above you. A sword of Damocles, waiting to drop, and you hated it.

“So, do I leave?” Leon asked cautiously as he sat up finally.

“Do you want to?” Chris looked over at him.

“No. Not really.” Leon looked shy as he admitted it. “This was–” He cleared his throat. “I liked this. I like you guys.”

Your eyes met Chris’, and you both spoke without saying a word.

It was supposed to be me and you.

It still can be. You raised your eyebrow and tilted downward. Let him sleep on the couch.

“Stay, then.” Chris was a little softer now. You smiled, and your arm wound around Leon’s shoulders. You tugged the rookie closer, and you kissed his temple.

“I’m gonna go shower,” you said, standing up.

“Let me get you a towel.”

You knew where the towels were. But Chris stood, and you knew it was a way for you to talk. The two of you made your way into the bedroom, and he closed the door.

“What the fuck is going on, Chris?”

“I keep trying to tell you–” Chris scrubbed his palms over his face. “I care about you. A lot. And I should have told you before the kid came over, but I–” Chris swallowed heavily, throat bobbing. “I’m fine with him. But at the end of the day, I want to know it’s us. I want you to myself.”

“That’s not what we agreed on,” you said, voice low and thin.

“I know. I fucked up.”

“Can we talk about this after Leon goes home? He’s sweet. I like him. I don’t want to scare him off.”

A pang of disappointment in Chris’ face. You didn’t know what you wanted to say. The words were trying to bubble on your tongue, trying to rush out in a desperate bid of rationalizing it all. But you wouldn’t do this. Not in front of Leon. Not tonight.

“Alright.”

Chris stepped closer, and he kissed your cheek. “I’ll see you outside.”

You stood naked in the bedroom as Chris left. Outside, you could hear Leon’s voice sparkle through the space. He was good for you. For both of you. You weren’t sure what you needed from either of them, and it only brought shivers to your spine.

I just got my nails done by my mother (she works at a silly nail salon)

now I wanna imagine how Leon would feel and look if I was jerking him off and showing off my pretty nails

Can't wait :3

　 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓

a childe x reader series.

⟡ ꒰ synopsis

⤷ when your childhood friend looks at you from across the room during a valentines' festival at your uni – the one person you played with, held the wonders of childhood delight with – what are you supposed to do? confess that you loved him from the start? or keep your silence, staring at him from afar?

⟡ ꒰ genre & warnings

⤷ an sfw childhood friends to lovers with childe, and everything in between. hurt and comfort, some angst. THIS WHOLE SERIES IS INSPIRED BY LAUFEY. university au.

⟡ ꒰ chapters

01. falling behind.

02. dear soulmate.

03. beautiful stranger.

04. valentine.

05. while you were sleeping.

06. lovesick.

07. bewitched.

08. what love will do to you.

09. fragile.

10. promise.

11. second best.

12. let you break my heart again.

13. just like chet.

14. someone new.

15. magnolia

16. dance with you tonight.

17. hi.

18. street by street.

19. best friend.

20. must be love.

21. from the start.

⟡ ꒰ notes

⤷ there will be mentions of physical appearance sometimes but you're free to disregard them and substitute it with your own imagination. this fic is centred around this being yn's first relationship, so there will be times where bad decisions are made, or wrong things are said .. they're learning, and we're learning :') this is a rewrite of my previous series that i never quite started... tropes used: ⟡ childhood friends to lovers ⟡ strangers to lovers ⟡ what are we series playlist

⟡ ꒰ taglist

⤷ @dailypenpen @mccnstruck @ryuryuryuyurboat @tetsuskei ( send ask or comment to be on the taglist! )

– 2024 @xianyoon do not plagiarise, repost, translate or feed any of my works to AI.

reblogs and comments are highly appreciated :') <;3

Giggles thank you for thr tag!!!

☆Tagged by: @lipglossanon

☆Sexy from Mean Girls On Broadway (I am a theater kid hoping to finally have the spotlight ;-;)

☆Favorite Color: Pastel pink or blue!! I'm just a pastel typa girl

☆Currently watching: Miraculous Ladybug, and Jessie (for the millionth time)

☆Last movie: Encanto!!!

☆Currently reading: They both die at the end but I've been procrastinating because bleh school

☆sweet/spicy/savory: I love almost everything but spicy

☆Relationship: Dating a silly goober man :3

☆Current obsessions: Resident Evil, Kingdom Hearts (I love you if you played this or at least know it), and Disney

☆Last thing I googled: Dafont (I am a tik tok editor!! user is @klee_iii)

☆Currently working on a Winxclub Stella edit and hopefully more stories (I HATE writers block)

No pressure tags: @randomkiwi @alue45 @rouge-poppy-flower

9 people you'd like to get to know better

Tagged by @steven-grants-world <3

Last song: Fascination / 101 String Orchestra (bc of @runa-falls and her lovely drabble)

Favorite Color: green (especially sage/forest)

Currently Watching: Moon Knight, The Mandalorian, Ugly Betty, Daredevil

Last Movie: oh golly I think it was In Secret (2013), I'm still blushing

Currently Reading: Stardust by Neil Gaiman

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: savory, I love a good soup 👌

Relationship Status: singling and terrified of mingling (the men on my phone can't hurt me if this is the only app I use)

Current Obsession(s): Oscar Isaac, Pedro Pascal, Across the Spiderverse, MOON KNIGHT

Last Thing I Googled: Dead Again (1991)

Currently Working On: a paint-by-number, chapter 3 of Last Night (my jake lockley/reader fic) finally unpacking from moving in July 💀

No pressure tags: @virtie333, @dowbastan @awakeandlonely, @howellatme, @suddenlysteven, @arrozyfrijoles23, @readerthatreadsss, @ssp3ctor, @crescentbelle

Guys I got into Danganronpa again and I'm obsessed with Hajime, Shuichi, and Fuyuhiko (mostly Fuyuhiko)

I like subs.

So I'll probably write Danganronpa fics but that doesn't mean ima leave Leon Kennedy

No time to die

Warning: Death of the reader; injuries; mention of blood; implied parting with Leon; Old leon; Fem!reader

Synopsis: he should have decided on his feelings before telling you about love. He should be taking care of you instead of running after Ada again, but now he will have enough time for this activity.

A/N: Sometimes I write about Leon's slippery ass. Well, I really had disturbing thoughts again.

If you were given a choice on whose hands to spend the last minutes of your life, you would never have chosen the hands of Leon S Kennedy.

In fact, you would rather lie in a pool of your own blood, moving away from him as far as possible, leaving dark scarlet streaks behind you, than let him help you. After all, despite all his love for this man, he caused you a very strong pain. Even stronger than what you feel now, when you try to get to your feet leaning on torn palms, spitting out a thick foam of blood.

Well, ordinary civilians can hardly resist a giant bioweapon that has crushed a bunch of people like bugs up to this point, but if Ada Wong was only slightly knocked down by a blow, which caused her to lose consciousness for a while, then you were thrown with such force that the organs inside seem to have turned into porridge.

But at that moment you didn't care anymore. The pain pierced every cell of your body and the only desire in your head was just to hide from it somewhere. Leon and his endless love for Ada didn't care anymore, but this pain will always remain in your heart. After all, he came to her aid and not to you.

You started coughing up blood. From every breath it became increasingly unbearable to breathe, and then you lost that fragile balance that you found for a couple of short seconds, collapsing on shards of glass that crumbled under your weight. Everything swam before your eyes. You didn't have the strength to curse anyone because all you wanted was not hugs and a declaration of love, but for this painful hell to end faster! A grunt escaped from your throat when someone tried to turn your body over and provide first aid, but only blood splattered out of your mouth.

"God," Leon's partner looked at you with big frightened eyes, trying to think of something, but stopped when you gathered the remnants of your strength and grabbed her hand, looking at the gun in her holster.

The last mercy for the dying.

"Please..." your hoarse, very quiet whisper begged Helena to "finish it"

Tears flowed from red eyes mixing with the blood that was on your face. From this pain, the vessels in your eyes burst and it seems that the only way out was a kind of voluntary euthanasia by a bullet in the head and not waiting for your body to stop fighting death before the damaged organs stop working themselves.

And then Helena's loud voice was heard calling Leon to finally break away from his beloved and pay attention to the dying you. If your condition were better, you would spit this very blood in his face. However, he really ran up to you after a couple of seconds, laying you on his lap, trying to do everything carefully so as not to cause additional pain. You didn't really want to spit, but you accidentally soiled his face when he stroked your hair.

Crimson thin rivulets slowly poured out of your nose and you closed your eyes a little at a new outbreak of suffocating pain that filled your whole body reflexively clinging to Leon's hand. His skin showed signs of broken nails, but he didn't seem to mind. It was unbearable for you to take even a small breath; even one attempt was accompanied by a bloody, foamy, painful cough at the edge of your mouth. It was like Hell.

Leon seemed to be looking for something that could help you, delay death, but Helena already understood everything. Anyone who saw you would understand that the injuries you received were not compatible with life.

“Please don’t...please,” Leon muttered, trying to stop the scarlet stain spreading under your chest. “Baby, I know, I know it hurts, but be patient.”

“Leon...” his partner called quietly, hinting that it was pointless.

And at some point you noticed Ada looking at you without pity, without disgust, without any other emotions. Just another corpse that crossed their path. Wong only had a couple of scratches. She did not writhe in agony and Leon would quickly find solace in her immediately after your death, this thought made your body gather its last strength and with a tearing cough look at the man in front of you, in whose eyes you could see fear for your life. On your last breath, you decided to hurt him before you die, as punishment for what he did to your heart, crushing it like a paper ball, and then tearing it apart, throwing you pathetic scraps... Well, that's how you saw it.

Leon caught that look, something in it even scared him, but your next words, which were the last, were forever imprinted in his memory and on his heart. Because you knew how painfully he endures the fact that someone hates him. You pulled your hand out of his and with hatred hissed something that was not even true in essence. It's just that at this very moment you wanted him to understand what pain he caused you with his love for Ada Wong.

"I... ha-te... you"

Everything inside Leon snapped in the same second. His love for Ada has remained a pain in your heart, but... the same pain will remain in him. The last breath, and your eyes, which he loved so much, glazed over, and your mouth remained slightly ajar. Ada... she didn't say anything, but was she surprised? Leon grabbed your hand again, trying to feel at least a weak pulse, but the words you said were pounding in his head, making tears flow from his eyes.

"No," he whispered softly, unable to believe what was happening. You couldn't die in his arms like that and you couldn't say those words. You had no reason to say those words to him! "Come on, look at me, I'll take you to a safe place. They will help you"

Helena put her hand on his shoulder, realizing how it hurt him in the end. He doesn't even have the opportunity to leave your body in a safe place and all he and Ada could do was watch him stroke your cheek with one hand holding your shoulders. The pose is exactly similar to when he defended Ada in China, only she was able to survive and you unfortunately did not.

"It's not your fault... no one is to blame for her death," Ada only said. She felt sorry for him " And her words... Leon..."

"She was not herself," Helena picked up, looking at Leon silently

Ada at some point correctly decided that it was out of jealousy. Just the last time to prick a loved one knowing that he will keep these words to himself for a long time. But they didn't have time for mourning and tears, however, even she didn't have the tongue to tell Leon to leave you here. So she just asked for his jacket and wrapped you in it, believing that you really would like it - to be enveloped in the fragrance of a loved one before death.

now was simply not the time and place to grieve, but even she did not understand the meaning of the words you said. After all, Leon really left her for you. Ada couldn't give him the stability and love he needed. Their complicated relationship hurt Leon in a way, but with you he became a normal person. She understood this, so she calmly retreated, because neither he nor she had ever felt sincere love for each other. Leon found this bright feeling in you by breaking off even short dates with her forever, and all Ada could do was really help him later.

Your death was committed out of place and all three of them understood that from Leon now only the shadow of the former man will remain and he himself will wallow in alcohol constantly replaying your dying words on repeat.

You really shouldn't have told him that.

baby, show me what it's like

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

summary: you were honestly thinking about quitting your job as a secretary at a police station, but then a new hire made you change your mind.

word count: 11k

warnings: 18+, smut, subby!leon, rookie!leon, virgin!leon, oral (m!receiving), dirty talk, semi public sex, flirting, teasing, talks of masturbation

a/n: he's such a good boy <333 part 2? song from need to know by doja cat

You stared down at the piles of documents in front of you. Part of being a secretary at a police station was doing all of the paperwork that the officers didn’t want to do. It was exhausting, just staring at a million tiny words, scrubbing through legal terms that you had to teach yourself what they meant, and signing initials and names that weren’t even yours on dotted lines. If you wanted to keep the job, though, you had to put up with it. They paid well and honestly you couldn’t be bothered to search for another job. Plus, it came with perks and benefits. 

It would’ve been an added bonus that you got to stare at men in their uniforms all day, but most of their personalities were so awful that you couldn’t even find them attractive anymore. They were only nice to you when they conveniently forgot that you had already told them you wouldn’t let them hit. They were gross and mean and tiring to be around. Honestly, only a few months ago, you were just about to give up and call it quits. 

But then they hired someone new. 

Rookie Leon Kennedy, fresh out of the police academy. He was the talk of the station for a week before he even arrived. Apparently he was the top of his class, strong, always hit the targets in the practice range, aced every exam, and blew the physical portion out of the waters. He was a diamond in the rough, an ace, good at everything he did and worked extremely hard to get better at whatever it was that he wasn’t already good at. 

To you he sounded like he was going to be just another asshole, so whenever you heard anyone talking about him, you just rolled your eyes. That included hearing some of the other secretaries squealing about how “handsome and attractive that new rookie is.” 

How wrong you turned out to be. 

You were sitting at the front desk of the station one Monday morning. You were vaguely aware that it was Leon’s first day, but you were swamped with paperwork, so you honestly didn’t think too much about it. That is, until you looked up when you heard the front door open and laid eyes on the cutest boy you had ever seen. Your mouth fell open slightly and you had to physically clench your jaw to make sure that it didn’t drop onto the floor. 

He had dirty blonde hair that was cropped around his ears, his bangs teetering on the edge of falling over his face. His brows were slightly furrowed, but his expression wasn’t mean on account of his chubby cheeks and soft jawline making him look so squishy. His eyes were full of childlike wonder as he walked into the station, looking around and checking out the area. He was tall, his body wide, his strength evident even through the uniform that he wore. His arms were danling at his sides, his fingers bending up and down, his thumb attempting to crack knuckles that didn’t need to be cracked. You watched his chest heave as he breathed through his mouth, his Adam’s apple bouncing as he swallowed. 

You really thought you were going to pass out. You felt your heart threaten to jump out of your chest in the most cartoonish way possible. You were positive that anyone who was around could see it beating through your ribcage, its fast beat pulsating your entire body. Butterflies built up in your tummy, shooting down between your legs as you watched him scan the area. When his eyes landed on you and he gave you a big, bright smile, you were sure that you were actually going to pass out right then and there. 

If your pupils could have transformed, they would’ve been in the shape of hearts as you watched him walk towards you. When he was almost upon you, you finally regained your composure and cleared your throat, looking down at the stack of papers. You grabbed them, tapping them against the desk in an attempt to pretend that you were straightening them out so that it looked like you were doing something other than ogling at this man. Your head was spinning as he finally reached you, your mind full of thoughts of all the things you wanted to do to him. 

“Hi!” he said, straightening up, raising his hand and giving a small wave before glancing down and then dropping his hand. “I’m Leon Kennedy.” He looked into your eyes, his lips twitching slightly as he did. A small crop of blush covered the apples of his cheeks and he dropped his eyes, looking down at the wooden desk and clearing his throat. 

“I’m, uh, new here,” he said, his voice getting more quiet and slightly breathier. As he spoke, he poked his tongue against his top teeth causing him to have a small lisp. You were immediately filled with an overwhelming urge to reach over the desk and pinch his cute cheeks. You felt like you were looking at a little puppy. You leaned forward, your lips curling up into a smirk as you tried your best to listen to what he was saying. 

“I was just hired, so, uh, I don’t really know what to do or anything…” He cleared his throat, his eyes blinking rapidly as he swallowed. “I’m kind of nervous,” he said, raising his hand to rub the back of his neck and huffing out a breathy chuckle. He looked up at you again, giving you a sheepish smile. 

If you were being honest, though, you weren’t really listening to him. You were tracing the cage of his throat with your eyes, noting the mole that laid beside his Adam’s apple as well as the others that were scattered around his face and neck. You were memorizing every mark on his face, every small acne that dotted his jaw and cheek. You were studying how his biceps fulled up his sleeves completely, thinking about how his big hands would fit perfectly on the curves of your waist. You were raising your pen to your mouth and letting your gaze travel down further, staring at how his thighs were squeezing around the fabric of his pants. You were chewing on the tip of the pen as you allowed your eyes to travel to the center of his body, picturing what he could be hiding behind the buckle of his belt. 

You did happen to hear him say that he was nervous, and that piqued your interest. You looked up, looking at his face that had gotten a lot more red. He was rubbing his palms against the sides of his pants, clearing his throat every few seconds. As you kept your eyes on his, you saw his lips part and then he moved his hands, clasping them in front of himself. You let out a small giggle, leaning forward even more, pushing your chest together with your arms as you leaned onto the desk. It was clear that he was flustered, and that only made the horny part inside your brain ramp up even more. 

“Don’t be nervous!” you said, looking at him up and down. He shifted his weight between his feet. “We’re all really nice here.” You lowered your voice, trying to make it sound as seductive as possible. 

Leon’s mouth fell open and you heard a small sound come out from his throat. 

“Of course!” he exclaimed, raising his hands out in front of him. “I-I didn’t mean it like that!” He cleared his throat and looked away, his eyes glancing down at your chest for a split second before widening slightly and shifting to the floor. “I-I’m sure you’re all very nice…” He raised his hand to rub the back of his neck, his cute face full of a look of slight embarrassment. You smiled wider at him. “I-I just meant… Well, I mean, I’m just a nervous person, I guess.” He let out another nervous laugh, and snuck a glance up at you. 

“Mhm,” you hummed, looking him up and down once again before leaning back in your chair. “Anything I can do to help you calm down, Mr. Kennedy?” You looked up at him with faux innocence. 

Leon stared at you for a second, his lips parting slightly. Thenn, he regained his composure and cleared his throat, shaking his head and chuckling at himself. 

“No, probably not,” he confessed, his voice breathy. He had a cute, boyish smile on his face, once that was full of actual innocence. You wanted to ride him until he cried. 

“I’ll calm down eventually,” he continued, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

You shook your head lightly, trying to reign yourself in. Leon was adorable, but you had to try and calm down. It wasn’t like you could just jump over the desk and ravish him- as much as you wanted to. 

“It was, uh…” Leon began, choking up on his sentence and swallowing. He turned even more red. “It was really kind of you to offer to help. And for being so nice. Um…” 

He had been looking into your eyes and you started licking your lips as you paid attention to him. The blush creeped down his face, covering his jaw and neck. He let out a small noise, which sounded almost like a whimper, as his body shifted. He cleared his throat once again and shook his head, his eyebrows furrowing at himself. He looked extremely flustered. You loved it. You smiled even bigger at him, watching as he swayed his arms back and forth, trying to hide the fact that he was covering the front of his pants. 

“If, um…” Leon said, trying to keep the conversation going even through his flusteredness. You admired his determination to keep talking, but you also figured he was just blabbering because he was so nervous. Either way, you couldn’t stop thinking about making him continue to speak even as you were touching his dick. Hell, you even wanted to get under a desk in the office that you knew he was going to get and blow him as he tried his best to keep a conversation going with the chief. 

“If everyone here is like you,” Leon continued, his voice breathy, obviously trying to push his words out of his mouth. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Your heart was in your throat, your tongue not staying still in your mouth as you licked your lips, pulling the bottom one between your teeth. “If everyone here is like you, then I think it’ll be a good job.” 

You looked up at his face, watching his breathing speed up and his eyes refuse to stay still. He was looking every except at you, but you could see him sneaking glances your way to see your reaction about what he had just said. His attempt at flirting… wasn’t very good. Rookie Leon Kennedy was awkward and nervous and shy. But something about him was so charming. His awkwardness was making your heart swell. His naivety and innocence was making your head spin. You wanted to get in his pants so bad, explore his body, make him feel better than he had ever felt before. You wanted to hear his shy moans and watch his hands twitch as he tried to keep himself composed, but ultimately failing. You wanted to tear him apart. 

“Mr. Kennedy,” you said, looking into his eyes and giving him a cheeky smile, “there’s no one else here like me.” You gave him a playful smile, tilting your head as you looked up at him to make your point clear. “You’ll figure that out soon enough.” 

Leon’s head nodded absentmindedly, his mouth open as he stared at you. He listened intently, reacting to all of your words. You already knew he would be such a good boy. 

“I believe you,” he said shyly, his voice low. He looked down, a small smile on his face. You had never seen anyone so red before. 

There was a beat of silence as you stared at Leon, watching his obvious nervousness. You raised the pen to your mouth again, chewing idly as you stared at him, undressing him with your eyes. After a few seconds, he flanked up, looking at you with big eyes through his lashes. His lips were pink and wet, and you felt the knots in your stomach tightening as you thought about how good he must be at giving head. You found yourself swaying, practically fucking him with your eyes. His body moved too, shifting, his face twitching and his nostrils flaring. There was something in the air, tension that he definitely didn’t know what to do with. You let it sit, enjoying the sight of him being so flustered. 

Then, far too soon, it was broken. 

“Kennedy!” a gruff voice said, pulling both of you out of whatever trance you were in. 

You turned your head, watching as the chief walked up to the desk and clapped Leon on the shoulder. He jumped slightly, clearing his throat and turning around. His face was shocked and nervous, obviously worried that the chief would catch him doing… whatever it was he was just doing. You were sure he didn’t even know, his mind racing about all the possibilities of what could’ve just happened. He was so cute.

“Y-yes, sir?” Leon said, ever so polite. 

The chief’s eyes shifted to yours, and a look spread across his face that you couldn’t quite place. You ignored him, though, only giving him a nod and a small smile as you sat back in your seat, turning your head back down to the paperwork in front of you. 

He cleared his throat and shifted his eyes back to Leon. “Come with me, young man, I’ll show you around.” 

“Yes, sire,” Leon said again, nodding like an obedient puppy. 

His focus was now completely on the chief, intent on impressing him and doing his job well. As he listened to whatever stupid story that the chief was beginning to tell as they started walking away, Leon snuck as glanced at you. He gave you a small, shy smile and a nod of his head, and you returned the favor. You raised your hand and wiggled your fingers at him, waving flirtatiously. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open, turning his head away from you nervously. You giggled out, not taking your eyes off of him. 

You watched him walk away beside the chief. As he went, his hands didn’t leave the front of his pants. But clasping his hands in front of him didn’t stop his boner from being visible from the side. You saw the tent pitched in his pants, the fabric poking against his first in front of him. His bulge was… big, to say the least. It was obvious that he wasn’t even half hard; he was rocking a complete erection. He was obviously really sensitive. You hadn’t even touched him, had barely even flirted with him, and he was already squeezing his eyes shut to get his dick to go down. You could practically feel your mouth watering as you looked at it, your imagination going wild thinking about how big he had to be. 

When he had walked through a door and disappeared further into the building you finally looked away. You sighed, staring down at the paperwork in front of you. You let out a small laugh as you looked at it. Maybe I’ll stick around here a little longer, you thought, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to suppress a smile. 

After that, you started enjoying your job significantly more. All of the paperwork and the annoying men were worth it because you got to see Leon everyday. You spoke to him any chance you could get, which honestly wasn’t a lot. He was busy going on patrol and sitting in on meetings and helping with small cases and whatever else rookie cops got up to. You caught him sometimes when he was coming into and leaving the station. Every time you would give him a big smile and a wave. He would always blush bright red and give you a shaky smile as he cleared his throat and looked away. More than once did you catch his breathing getting heavier. 

Still, though, at first you did try to keep a safe distance from him. You didn’t want to push any boundaries and make him actually uncomfortable, so you managed to control yourself enough to not pounce on him anytime you saw him. However, once you caught him staring at you, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, you decided that you could amp it up a little bit. 

You started making sure that you could run into him any chance that you could get. Instead of just giving him a smile, you spoke to him, keeping your voice light and breathy. You stood close to him, placing your hands on his arm, admiring how small they were compared to him. You leaned in close, pressing your body against his as you looked up at him through your lashes. You licked your lips as he talked, watching the apples of his cheeks turn red and his lips blush pink. You listened to the way his voice got breathy and watched as he squeezed his eyes shut and took deep breaths and got so flustered just from some heavy flirting. 

Admittedly, it was probably torture for the poor guy. You were really going hard with the flirting- calling him strong, telling him he’s so good at his job, complimenting him on everything, rubbing your hands on his biceps, tapping against your lips, fucking him with your eyes, and anything else that you could think of that would drive him crazy because you thought he looked so good when he was all flustered. You would drop things on the ground just so that you would have to bend down and pick them up in front of him. You even made it a point to get a bag of lollipops and suck on them, circling your tongue on the candy anytime he was around, making eye contact with him while still pretending to be as innocent as possible. 

It was obvious that he liked it. You could hear the way he got all nervous and you could see the way his hands got clammy and you noticed every time his eyes scanned your body, looking at every sensitive part of you. You saw the way he stared at you when he thought you weren’t looking. You even noticed the slight palming of his dick he did when he was sitting behind his desk as you spoke to the chief in front of his office. You saw the way his eyebrows furrowed and he stared in anger as you spoke to any of the other officers. You saw his hands clench into fists and his face turn red as stared intently at whoever you were talking to until you glanced up at him. His face softened when he made eye contact, and he looked desperate for your attention, but he was still trying to be respectful. It was all so cute. Everything he did was so cute. 

It all built up over the next few months, and every time you thought about Leon you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together behind the front desk. You touched yourself to the thought of him, thinking about his rough hands grabbing your waist and his thick fingers thrusting in and out of you. You got off just by thinking about how pretty he would look lying flat on his back, his cock stiff and standing at attention, whimpering and squirming as you licked up and down his shaft, not letting him cum until you said so. God, you wanted him so fucking bad. 

A few months after Leon started working at the station, you had to stay late to finish up some paperwork that an officer shoved off onto you. It was a lot because the case was big, and even though he didn’t really do anything, he was getting all the credit for it, which meant lots of documents. Which, of course, meant that you had to be the one to do it. And, to make matters worse, he waited until the last possible moment to try and get it finished, so it all had to be written out and signed by the next day, which meant that you had to stay late. 

You didn’t want to take work home with you, so you got caught up in trying to get it finished before leaving. You didn’t even realize it was so late until you finally signed on the last dotted line and dropped your pen. You stretched in your chair, looking around at the empty station. Most of the lights had been turned off, so you sat in the dim lighting. Honestly, it was almost scary. You grabbed your phone and looked at the time- 11:38 pm. Jesus Christ, you thought. This took longer than expected. 

Your eyes were heavy as you pushed yourself back in your seat, grabbing at your things to gather them up. You were completely focused on packing up that you were only vaguely aware of the footsteps that you heard from behind you. You figured it was just the nighttime janitor or security guard walking around, but then you heard a voice that made all the stress of the day wash away from you completely. 

“Oh, you’re finished?” you heard from behind you. 

You immediately knew that it was Leon’s voice. You could pinpoint his even tone and deep range out of any lineup. You had spent the last few months memorizing the sound of it. You felt your heartbeat pound against your chest and excitement fill up your head. You turned around, unable to stop the smile from spreading across your face as you faced him. 

He was standing in front of the desk awkwardly, shifting on his feet and fumbling with his own hands. He was looking at you, his eyes not staying in one spot, moving around as he avoided looking into your eyes. His eyelids were heavy and his hair was slightly flat. He looked tired, and honestly all you wanted to do was wrap him up in your arms and make him cum so hard so he could fall asleep. You wanted to play with his hair and rub his back and kiss his shoulders. You wanted to hide him under your blanket and keep him in your bed away from the world. 

You blinked, trying to pull yourself back to reality. 

“Yeah,” you said, giving Leon a friendly smile and sighing, gesturing towards the paperwork. “Just got done with all of this. It was a pain.” You let out a laugh and looked back up at him. You tilted your head and raised an eyebrow, looking at him quizzically. “What are you still doing here?” you asked. 

“O-oh,” Leon said, nervously. “Well, just, you know, the same as you. Getting some work finished.” You could see a few beads of sweat lining his forehead. He raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck. 

Your mouth twitched as you stared at him, your smile threatening to turn into something that wasn’t just friendly. 

“Well, isn’t it convenient that we got finished at the same time!” you exclaimed, teasing him about the fact that you knew he wasn’t telling the truth. You knew as much as the next guy that there wasn’t anything Leon could’ve been doing that would make him have to stay this late. You made a mental note to pry the true reasoning out of him later, but for now, you had something else on your mind. 

“Y-yeah,” Leon breathed out, letting out a huffy laugh. 

You let your eyes drift down his body. He had already gained some muscle weight since being there. He always wanted to stay on top of everything, working out and keeping his body exercised. If he was strong before, he was surely a brute now. It was so cute, though, because his body was so fit and toned, but his actions made him seem almost like a little kid. You wanted to just eat him up. Something inside you broke, and you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. It had been a long day. What better way to destress than to fool around with the most adorable boy in the world? 

“Hey, Leon,” you said, your voice peaking slightly. 

He perked up, looking up at you like a puppy whose owner had just called his name. You had to hold yourself back from jumping over the desk. 

“I was gonna go get a coffee from the break room before I left- you know, to keep myself awake,” you continued. Leon stared at you wide eyes as he listened intently. “Do you wanna join me?” 

Leon swallowed and let out a choked noise. He honestly looked like he was about to throw up, but he nodded rapidly and choked out, “Y-yes! I wanna come.” Then, his eyes widened in horror as he raised his hands and clarified. “I mean, I wanna go with you! To the break room. I wanna go.” 

You let out an adoring laugh and looked down, feeling your face blush from his words and actions. You nodded and then made your way around the desk, leaving your things lying on top of it. You stood beside Leon, his body language awkward, unsure of how to navigate the situation that he was in. You smiled at him. He was so endearing. You reached out and wrapped your hands around one of his arms, leaning against him. His body tensed up and you heard him hold his breath. You giggled up at him, and then began walking, pulling him along by his arm. 

You dragged Leon away from the front desk and down the hallway towards the first floor break room. You made casual conversation as you walked, asking him how his day was and smiling up at him as he stuttered out all that he got up to. He started rambling about his day, getting really into his words. You hung onto his arm as he waved his hand around, using them as he explained. He was really endearing, and you couldn’t stop the butterflies from fluttering in your tummy- and this time you felt like they might mean a little more than just wanting to get in the boy’s pants. 

When you reached the door of the break room, you turned around and slid your hands down Leon’s arm, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the room with a smile. You watched him suck in a breath of air before you let go of his hand and turned around, heading to the coffee machine. As you reached the counter, though, you felt Leon’s presence behind you. He grabbed you, his fingers softly wrapping around your wrist. 

“I can do it!” he exclaimed, probably a little louder than what he meant. You turned around and looked up at him, a smirk tugging on your lips as you saw his face. His eyes were furrowed and his lips were pressed tight in determination. It was so cute how much he wanted to do this for you- something as small as making coffee. 

God, you wanted to choke on his dick so badly. 

You gave him a nod, not taking your eyes off of him as you said, “Thank you. You’re so sweet, Leon.” 

He looked down shyly, the corners of his mouth twitching. You saw him shuffle, kicking his feet lightly. 

“It’s no big deal,” he mumbled shyly. 

You looked at him in adoration, and then turned around. You sat down at the table, staring at Leon as he turned around and began messing with the coffee machine. You watched as his back flexed in his button down, the fabric stretching as he moved his arms. His shoulders bounced up and down. You were completely mesmerized. He had the most perfect body you had ever seen. Before you could stop yourself- not that you even wanted to- your mouth was moving. 

“You’re so strong, Leon,” you said, leaning forward and resting your chin on your hand. “All the other rookies they’ve hired have been like shrimp.” You let out a small laugh. 

You heard Leon let out a shuddered breath. He finished with the machine and then turned around. He looked at you, giving you a sheepish smile. He shrugged his shoulders, clearly embarrassed by the compliment. He looked down at the floor, only glancing up at you through his lashes. 

“I’m not really all that strong…” he said, a smile tugging on his lips. “I, uh, I mean I work out and stuff, but,” he let out a genuine laugh, his face lighting up slightly. He looked up at you, giving you a boyish grin. “I also like to eat,” he said, playfully. 

“I think you look good,” you said, matter-of-factly. You pushed yourself up and stepped over towards Leon. You kept some distance, but only a bit. You glanced down at his lips, licking yours as you did. 

“R-really?” Leon asked, clearly surprised. 

“Mhm,” you hummed, swaying closer to him, but letting your chests touch. You reached your hands out gently and slid them down his arms, giving his biceps a squeeze. “You’ve got really nice arms.” You looked up into his wide and nervous eyes, giving him a cheeky smile. “They’re so big.” 

Leon let out a choked noise and a small whimper. You watched his Adam’s apple bounce as he swallowed. You smiled at him, happy with where this was going and the fact that he wasn’t pulling away. You took the opportunity to lean closer, pressing your bodies together. You could feel his already half hard cock against you, and it took your breath away. The bulge was already big and firm as it pressed against your thigh, and you had to physically stop yourself from grinding against it. Instead, you looked up at his flushed face and gave him a reassuring smile. 

“Do you have anything else that’s big, Leon?” you asked, your voice teasing. 

Leon swallowed a lump in his throat and immediately started sputtering. “Uh… Um… I- uh…” 

He looked around, clearly trying to avoid eye contact. He was so nervous and flustered, so inexperienced and innocent. It was so cute watching him devolve into such a mess so fast. You wanted to ruin him even more. 

“Well, I, uh…” He cleared his throat, but it sounded more like he was just trying not to choke. “My, uh, m-my… My dick!” he finally said, looking at you with an attempt of confidence. 

You almost choked as he made his exclamation. You looked up at his face, seeing his obvious shyness that he was trying to force himself not to feel. You let out a laugh and pushed yourself away, looking at him up and down with a raised eyebrow. 

“You know, I really thought you were gonna say your heart,” you commented. 

“That too!” Leon proclaimed, shifting against the counter. He was barely leaning against it anymore, instead standing on his legs, slouching slightly so that he wouldn’t be as tall as he really was. You noticed he did that a lot. 

I’m gonna have to do a lot of work to get this boy’s confidence up, you thought, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. 

You pulled back slightly, placing your hand over his heart, feeling the fast beating pound against your palm. He stared at you, his eyes wide and his mouth hung open. You slid your hand down his torso, feeling his tummy suck in as you glided your fingertips across it. You kept eye contact as you reached his pants, tugging on his belt. 

“Can I see?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Leon nodded his head immediately, but then he looked away, his eyes shifting down to his feet. 

“I-I wanna show you, but I…” He took a deep breath, furrowing his brows, looking upset at himself. “I’m nervous,” he said, quietly. 

“Leon,” you cooed his name, tilting your head and looking at him with a face full of sympathy. “You don’t have to be nervous.” You didn’t move your hand from his belt, keeping your fingers shoved slightly behind it, feeling his tummy bump against your knuckles as he breathed hard. 

“I just… I don’t have much, uh, e-experience,” Leon stuttered, his mind moving faster than his mouth could keep up with. “So, I-I don’t really k-know what to- um- what to do…” He glanced up at you in anticipation, nervous for your response. 

Your heart swelled as you heard him. You really thought you were going to pass out. You knew that Leon was a little shy, but you didn’t think he’d have “not a lot of experience.” You just assumed he was one of those guys that got a lot of pussy because of how awkward he was. You knew it was working on you and he wasn’t even trying. You couldn’t believe that you were going to get to be the one to give him more experience, get to be the one to make him feel good, get to be the one to get him addicted to getting his dick touched. Your head was swimming, but you tried to stay focused. 

“Don’t worry about it,” you said gently, giving Leon a soft smile. “You don’t have to do anything except sit back and feel good.” 

He stared at you, his eyes shifting down to your lips as he licked his own. He took a deep breath and then asked, “Can- can I kiss you?” 

Your smile grew bigger when you saw the anticipation and excitement in his eyes. You moved your hands from his belt and raised them, grabbing his face. You felt his soft skin on your palms as you squished his cheeks together. His breathing got heavier as you leaned up on your tiptoes, pulling his head down to meet yours. You pressed your lips together gently, giving him a soft closed mouth kiss. You leaned back down, flat on your feet, and looked up at him with a small smile. 

“Whoa,” he said, his eyes wide, lost in the small kiss that you had just shared. “I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you…” 

“Why didn’t you?” you asked, a little pouty. 

Leon scoffed, but he looked at you with a grin on his face. “Because I’m a gentleman.” 

“Does a gentleman pop a boner every time he sees me?” you teased. 

Leon’s mouth fell open in surprise and he instinctively covered his hands over the center of his pants. It was obviously too late, though. You already knew he was hard and you were getting almost desperate to pull it out of his underwear. 

“You noticed that?” he asked, his voice raising an octave in embarrassment. 

“It’s kind of hard not to,” you said, chewing on your bottom lip as you let your eyes trail down his body to the bulge in his pants. 

“I-I didn’t mean to,” he mumbled, shifting against the counter. 

You shook your head reassuringly, reaching up and placing a hand on his cheek. He leaned into it, nuzzling slightly as he looked at you shyly. 

“I think it’s cute,” you said. “You’d always get so worked up and all I would do was flirt with you a little.” You eyed him, looking at him up and down, staring at the bulge once again. You lowered your hand from his face and slipped your fingers behind his belt, wiggling them against his lower tummy. 

“I bet you’re really sensitive, yeah?” you said breathily, leaning towards him, ghosting your lips together. You looked down at his pink wet lips, your eyelashes fluttering against his skin. “Can I find out?” 

Leon swallowed and nodded, his eyes wide as he stared at you, seemingly in a daze. 

“P-please,” he pleaded, his voice bordering on a whimper. 

You gave him a big smile and then leaned up, placing another kiss on his lip. This one you made sure to heat up, opening your mouth slightly so that you could run your tongue along his lower lip. He whined as you did, and you took that opportunity to push your tongue inside his mouth. You felt his hands move as he let out a gasp. He grabbed your waist, digging his fingers into your skin. He kissed you back, pushing his tongue against mine, trying his best to assert some kind of dominance. You wrestled your tongues together for a few more moments, but when you felt his cock twitch against your tummy, you pulled away. 

You gave him a mischievous smile, looking at his flushed face and his swollen lips. His eyes were big, his pupils blown out. He was breathing hard out of his open mouth, staring at you in admiration. You raised your eyebrows at him as you lowered yourself down, getting on your knees in front of him. You heard him let out a choked sound, and he squeezed his eyes shut, looking away from you. He let out a small whine and accidentally bucked his hips. You smiled more, raising your hands to grab his hips, holding him still. 

“S-sorry,” he said. “You j-just…” He looked down at you, his mouth hanging open as he continued to breathe hard. “Fuck, you look so good. Oh, my God.” He closed his eyes and looked away again, his chest heaving. “Oh, my fucking God.” 

You let out a giggle as you moved your hands back to the center of his pants, beginning to unbuckle his belt. 

“I didn’t peg you as someone who swears so much,” you teased. 

Leon shook his head, still keeping his eyes squeezed shut. You watched him bite his lip as he tried to suppress his whines. 

“Not usually,” he said, unable to make proper sentences. “Sometimes. Right now.” He opened his eyes and sighed. “You look really… pretty.” 

“Imagine my view,” you said, pulling open his belt and messing with the button. He sucked his tummy in. “A pretty boy all blushy up above me? So nervous he doesn’t know what to do?” You undid the button and zipped down the zipper, pushing the flaps of his pants back before looking up at him to sell home your next point. “It’s like I just won the lottery.” 

Leon let out a whimper and shook his head, reaching his hands behind him and grabbing the counter. 

“Can’t say that stuff to me,” he said, his voice breathy. “Too nice.” 

“You’re such a good boy, Leon,” you said. “I gotta be nice to you.” 

You turned back to the center of his body. You pushed the flaps to the side more and shoved his pants down slightly around his hips. He sucked in a breath of air as his hard dick sprung forward against his underwear. You smiled, watching as it twitched against the fabric. You leaned forward, pressing your lips against where his tip would be, shoving your tongue against the wet spot that he had made. 

“Holy shit,” he breathed out, his hands gripping the counter even tighter. His fingers twitched and his chest heaved. 

You continued to press your tongue against the wet spot on his underwear, licking at his clothed tip as you held onto his hips to stop him from bucking them. You moved one hand and gripped the base of his dick, wrapping your fingers around it as much as you could over his underwear. You moved it slowly, sliding the fabric along the sensitive skin, no doubt sending friction spreading throughout his entire body. Leon moaned and whimpered above you, trying his best to keep himself quiet and still. 

After a few minutes, you pulled back, sliding your hands up and slipping your fingers into the waistband of his underwear. You shoved them down slightly, exposing the top part of his shaft as well as the crop of pubic hair. He sucked in a breath of air through his teeth, his fingers twitching. You looked up at him with an eyebrow raised, watching his big reactions. A question popped into your mind and you had to ask. 

“Leon?” you said gently, getting his attention. He looked down at you, his eyes big and watery. He looked scared, like he might’ve done something wrong. “How much experience do you have?” you asked. 

A look of embarrassment immediately washed over his face. The blush that had just begun to disappear suddenly appeared even brighter. 

“N-not much,” he said, repeating what he had said earlier. 

You gave him a big, teasing smile. “Are you a virgin?” you asked. 

Leon let out a whimper, squirming. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and looked down at you, nodding his head. 

“Have you ever done anything?” you asked, feeling your heart beat fast against your chest. Getting to touch him in a way no else had, being the first person to touch his dick, running your tongue and hands all over the unexplored part of his body…? It made your head spin. 

Leon shook his head again, clearly embarrassed. He looked disappointed in himself. 

“J-just a couple of makeouts… It never went any further.” He looked at you, ashamed of himself. He tried to crack a smile, but you could tell he felt bad. “I guess I wasn’t any good.” 

“You’re so fucking adorable,” you said, your voice sincere. 

His eyes widened and his head shot down to look at you. He looked surprised that you had complimented him and genuinely meant it. 

“I’m gonna make you feel real good, okay, baby?” you said, your voice seductive. 

Leon nodded, his mouth opening and closing before he finally spoke, his voice small. “Th-thank you.” 

“Well aren’t you just so polite?” you said, glancing up at him before turning your attention back to his underwear. 

You shoved them down even more, pushing them down enough for his dick to spring forward. Your suspicions were right. Leon was big. It was long and thick with veins running down all around his shaft. The tip was bright red and leaking. His blush reached the base, ghosting lightly along his skin. He had the prettiest dick you had ever seen. The fact that he was just walking around with this having no idea what to do with it… Christ, your mouth was practically watering. 

You slid one hand across his pubic area, looking up at him to watch his reaction. He was trying hard to keep his breath steady. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was open, silent moans threatening to come out. You smiled at him, wrapping your fingers around the base of his dick and lifting it up. You pressed it against his tummy, watching the precum stick to his skin. You leaned forward and stuck your tongue out, pressing the flat part against one of his balls. 

Leon immediately let out a moan, low and breathy. 

“Fuck,” he whined through gritted teeth, his hands still clenching the countertop. 

You smiled, pushing your tongue against him even harder. You moved your head, pressing your face against his face where it met his balls. You licked up, running your tongue along his balls, pulling one into your mouth and sucking lightly before letting it out with a pop. As you licked at him, you felt the textured skin on your tongue, slight bumps from where he had just shaved. You couldn’t help but smile, finding it cute that even though he wasn’t getting any he still made it a point to keep himself groomed. 

Not that you would care if he wasn’t, to be completely honest. 

“F-feels so good,” Leon breathed. You glanced up at him, continue to lick his balls and the bottom of his dick. You moved your hand lazily, pressing the heel against his dick to grind into it. “Feels like I’m in f-fucking heaven.” 

You let out a breathy laugh, ghosting your breath along his sensitive skin. You pulled back, looking up at him as you began moving your hand a little more, beginning to properly jerk him off. 

“Imagine when I pop your cherry and let you put it in me,” you commented. 

Leon let out a gasp, gripping the counter tighter. His eyes opened and he looked down at you, his eyes wide. 

“You… You’ll let me?” he asked, sounding genuinely surprised. 

You eyed him. “Baby, I’ll let you do anything you want.” 

“Fuck,” he whimpered, squirming. “What if I’m not any good? N-never done it before…” He let his voice trail off, looking away, embarrassed. 

You chuckled. “Guess we’ll just have to keep doing it until you get good at it, yeah?” 

Leon whined, bucking his hips into your hand. 

“Gonna get you addicted, baby,” you said, lowering your head back down to his dick. You stuck your tongue out, lapping at the sensitive skin. You fisted his tip, twisting your wrist so that you could circle it. You felt the precum on your hand. You looked up at him through your lashes, your pupils blown out. You only had one thing on your mind- make Leon cum until he saw stars. 

“Gonna make it so the only thing you can think about is my mouth on your cock,” you continued. “You like that?” 

Leon whined, nodding his head rapidly. His fingers twitched at his side. 

“Already think about you all the time,” he confessed, his face blushing. 

“Really?” you asked, pulling back to look up at him with a raised eyebrow. 

He looked down at you, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout. You moved your hand around his tip to keep him satisfied. He sighed a happy sigh, his lips curling upwards in a small smile. He nodded, clearly lost in his own world but still trying to keep up the conversation. 

“Did you… touch yourself to me?” you asked, a slight mocking tone in your voice. 

Leon nodded again, his face blushing even brighter. 

“Yes,” he whispered. “A… A lot. After my first day, I…” He gulped, taking a deep breath so he could keep himself composed. “When I got to my car I couldn’t wait. I jerked off in the parking lot and I accidentally moaned your name.” He shifted, shame written on his face. “I felt bad, but…” He opened his eyes to look down at you. His pupils were huge, almost completely overtaking his pretty blue irises. “But you’re just so pretty, I can’t help it.” He sighed, a small smile on his face. 

“Dirty boy,” you teased, leaning down once again to place little licks on his balls. You moved your hand more, rubbing your palm up and down more inches of his cock. 

“Only for you,” he breathed, his voice high pitched and whiny now. “Never anyone else. 

“Mhm,” you hummed against his shaft. 

“Wouldn’t let anyone else do this to me in the break room of my job,” Leon said, and then you watched as the situation seemingly fully hit him for the first time. His face fell and he looked worried. He looked down at you, slightly frantic. “Sh-should we stop? I mean, what if someone comes in…?” 

“No one’s here,” you mumbled, now completely focused on licking and sucking near the bottom of his shaft. “Don’t worry, baby. Just let yourself feel good.” 

Your words seemed to ease Leon, because he relaxed back against the counter. You looked up at him, seeing his perfectly content face. He looked like he was on cloud nine, in complete bliss. You had never seen someone so satisfied before and you hadn’t even wrapped your lips around his dick and taken him in your throat yet. Your head started spinning as you thought about how he was going to react to that. 

After a few more minutes, you finally moved away from his sensitive and overstimulated balls. You dragged the flat part of your tongue up the thick vein that lined the bottom of his cock. When you reached the top, you circled your tongue around his tip, lapping up the precum that was leaking out. It was salty and honestly didn’t taste very good, but you didn’t care. You snuck a glance up at him, hearing his whimpers and whines, clearly still trying to keep himself quiet. 

You slid your hand down his shaft, the side bumping into his balls as you finally wrapped your lips around the tip. He sighed, thrusting his hips forward slightly, accidentally pushing a few more inches in your mouth. You gagged, not expecting the sudden intrusion, but Leon didn’t seem to notice. He had raised his hand, shoving his palm over his mouth. His other hand was at his tummy, grabbing at his shirt to hold it up over his abs, the fabric balled in his fist. 

You raised your hand and grabbed his hips to hold him still as best you could. Despite you clearly having the upper hand, Leon was still a big man who was a lot stronger than you. When he felt your fingers on his hips, though, he melted into your touch. 

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, pushing his hips back and looking down at you. 

You pulled off of him, going back to licking his tip. You had spit pooling on your lips from choking a moment before, so you let it dribble onto his dick. You slid your hand up to his tip and gathered the spit on the side of your palm so you could rub his shaft easier. As you did, you leaned back down and sucked his wet tip into your mouth. 

“I’ll-I’ll try not to cum too fast,” Leon breathed, squeezing his eyes shut. He looked like he was going to cry. 

You hummed around his tip, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. 

“I- uh,” Leon swallowed, trying hard to keep himself composed. “I’ll try to tell you when I do.” He let out a breathy chuckle. “You’re supposed to do that, right?” 

You pulled off of him again, leaning back on your heels as you continued to jerk him off lazily. 

“It’s the nice thing to do, yes,” you confirmed, feeling a strange sense of pride at having to answer his question about getting a blowjob. 

Leon nodded obediently. “Okay,” he said, swallowing. He looked down, watching your hand move on his cock. His eyes shifted up, and he looked into yours. “I’m nice, yeah?” 

You gave him a big smile and leaned forward, placing a kiss on the underside of his head.” 

“You’re really nice,” you said, looking up at him, ghosting your lips against his sensitive skin. “You’re such a good boy, Leon.” 

He sucked in a breath and then let out a small whimper. His hips bucked slightly and you gave him a sly smile. 

“I’m… I’m your good boy, right?” 

“Fuck,” you whispered, feeling the wetness pooling in your underwear. You were so turned on, so horny that it was insane. You were willing to do anything to keep giving Leon head. 

“Yeah, baby,” you said, your voice growing a touch more husky and raspy. You leaned back down, placing open mouthed kisses against his shaft. “You’re my good boy.” 

“Do anything you say,” Leon whined. He kept his one hand grabbing onto his shirt, but he ran the other through his hair. “I promise, b-baby.” 

“I know, Leon,” you said, a small laugh leaving your lips. 

You looked up, taking in the sight of him. He was a wreck above you. His hair was messy and his face was red. His eyebrows were pulled down and his lips were parted, breathy whimpers coming out. 

“God, look at you,” you cooed, your voice low as you continued to kiss the side of his dick. “Standing there so pretty, letting me touch your dick however I want.” 

“Feels good,” Leon said, his voice a whisper. 

“I’d say,” you mocked, dragging out the syllable. You dragged your lips up his shaft until you reached his tip. “Make sure you let me know how good this feels, okay, baby?” 

Leon started to nod, his eyes heavy as he looked down at you, but he was quickly cut off by the feeling of you taking him inside your mouth. His body spasmed, his hips jerking, but you were prepared for his big reactions that time. You relaxed your throat, letting him buck his hips once before catching himself. His hands shot away from the counter and landed on your head. He didn’t push it, though. Instead, he rested his palm against the sides of your head. As you pulled back and lowered your head again, you felt his fingers twiddle against your ears and play with your hair. You smiled as much as you could. Even when he was in such a vulnerable position, even when he was getting his dick sucked for the first time, he was still there to make sure that you stayed grounded. 

You steadily took more of him, breathing through your nose. Leon’s scent was always strong, but being this close to him in such a precarious position made it intoxicating. Your head was spinning, your vision going blurry as inch after inch slid down your throat. Leon kept his hands on your head, his thighs and hips twitching as he tried to keep himself composed enough not to thrust in your mouth and fuck your throat as hard as he wanted. He really was big, but you were determined to take as much as you could. 

You felt him slide down your throat, your walls clenching around him, squeezing his dick as you bounced your head on it. He moaned above you, his mind completely engulfed in the blowjob. He had stopped worrying about being quiet, the way your throat was tight around his dick enough to make him let loose the whiniest whimpers you had ever heard. He sounded so pretty and so desperate. It was like music to your ears. 

The sounds Leon was making only encouraged you to go down further. You pulled back, kissing and licking his tip as you took a deep breath. Then, you grabbed his hips and lowered your head down, pushing his dick deeper down your throat. You felt the tip hit the back and you gagged, which only made him sputter, his entire body spasming. You thought for a moment that he was about to cum, so you looked up at him, only to see that he was already looking down at you. 

“Th-the whole thing?” he asked, his voice small. He looked like he was in a daze. You felt his dick twitch inside your throat. “Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.” He tipped his head back, his tummy heaving as he breathed hard. You pulled back, licking underneath the head of his dick. You looked up at him as you did, watching as he went in and out of consciousness, looking at you with heavy lids. 

“Never ever thought I’d get your mouth around me,” Leon began, his voice high and breathy. He shook his head, raising one hand from your head to run his fingers through his hair. “Nuh uh, never ever ever.” 

You continued to slobber all over his dick, pushing your tongue against his shaft, licking anywhere that you could. You held onto his hips, pushing your thumbs into the skin underneath his hip bones. 

“Fuck,” he moaned, his voice gravelly. He sunk against the counter, his hand sliding down his body. He reached out, looking down at you with blown out pupils. He placed his hand on your cheek, pressing his fingers underneath your jaw. 

You rewarded him by wrapping your lips around his raging red tip once again, and any romantic moment he was feeling was washed away immediately. His face twisted into the beautiful pleasured face he had before and his fingers clenched, grabbing your ear. 

“Never thought I’d ever even get a chance with you,” he said. You looked up at him, watching him talk as his eyes stayed squeezed shut. You bobbed your head up and down sloppily. “Thought you were too good for me. Thought I’d just have to be happy working at the same place as you.” 

You let your eyes stare up at him. You pulled off, sliding his dick out of your throat and going back to licking at it as you listened to what he was saying. His face was turning red and his voice was getting breathier as he continued to babble. 

“Thought I’d just have to be happy jerking off to you,” he confessed. 

You hummed against his tip, placing a kiss against the slit and then pulling back, giving him a mischievous smile. 

“Can you tell me about it, baby?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes. 

He looked down at you, shame and worry on his face, but his dick twitched against your lips. 

“Wh-when I was in my car, that first day, I-...” He swallowed hard as you went back to suckling on his cock. Your ears burned red as you listened to him. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” 

You moved one hand down and grabbed his cock, pushing it up so you could lick a long stripe underneath up to his tip. Leon breathed hard. 

“I- fuck!- I was so hard,” he grunted. Clearly he was finding it harder to get his words out by that point. “I felt like I was gonna pass out. I just… I just had to touch it. It was twitching in my pants and leaking so much…” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and sucked hard, making his lips swollen. 

You circled your tongue around his for only a moment before lowering your head down, taking him in your throat. You grabbed his hips again, keeping him steady. It wasn’t working very well anymore, though. Leon was clearly close to his orgasm because his hips wouldn’t stay still and he wouldn’t stop talking. 

“I came so fast and I thought about you the whole time,” he moaned out. “I thought about you riding me and grabbing my shoulders and digging your nails into my skin.” 

Leon bucked his hips harder as you took more inches in your mouth. You flexed your throat, clenching around him as he stretched out your walls. His voice sped up and he sounded more and more desperate as the seconds passed. 

“Want you to mark me. Wanna have scratch marks and hickeys all over me.” Leon’s mind was moving fast, his mouth barely able to keep up. “Wanna let you do everything to me. Want you to… fuck, fuck, fuck. Want you to ruin me- holy shit!” 

Leon’s hands grabbed onto your hair, tugging hard as he bucked his hips. You held onto his hipbones, letting him fuck your mouth to his obvious near completion. 

“I’m gonna cum-! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” 

It was only a few seconds later that Leon’s sudden fast movements were frozen, his cock buried deep inside your mouth. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he chanted as he came down your throat, spilling thick strings out. 

His fingers loosened and his hands dropped to his sides as you continued to suck him off, milking all of his cum out. When there was nothing left, you pulled off, looking up at his hazy eyes as you swallowed down his orgasm. When it was down, you sat back on your heels and looked up at him, giving him a big smile. 

He looked like he was going to pass out. He gave you a shaky smile and then tipped his head back, breathing hard at the ceiling. You laughed, giving his thigh a pat as you pushed yourself up. Leon stayed leaning against the counter as you stood in front of him. You stared at him, watching as his eyes stayed closed and he kept a smile on his face. He swayed lightly, in his own little world full of bliss and post nut pleasure. He was practically glowing. 

You laughed again, shaking your head at him playfully. You reached your hands out and grabbed his dick. He only smiled bigger, letting you put his dick away and fix his pants. By the time you had gotten the belt back on, he seemed to be stable enough to keep his eyes open. He stared at you, watching your eyes move with a goofy smile on his face, his front teeth showing. You looked up at him, but had to quickly look away. He was making your heart flutter in a much more fluffy way than before. 

“What?” you asked, blush creeping across your cheeks. 

Leon shook his head, but his smile didn’t leave. “Nothing,” he replied, still eyeing you. 

“Why are you staring?” you squeaked, reaching out and giving him a slight push. 

Leon shrugged, looking away shyly. “You’re just pretty.” 

“Hey!” you said, reaching out and poking his chest. “You didn’t stutter.” You gave him a playful smile. 

Leon’s cheeks blushed and his smile got shy. He closed his eyes gently and let out a breath of air through his nose, his lips curling upwards slightly. He looked breathtaking. As you stared at him, thought, you saw his eyes open and a worried expression crossed his face. He turned his head and looked at you, almost frantic. 

“W-wait!” he exclaimed, reaching his hands out and ghosting his fingers on your arms. He pulled you slightly closer to him. “I can do you! I mean, I’ve never done it before, so I probably won’t be any good, but-” 

“Leon,” you said with a laugh, cutting him off. You patted his cheek, shaking your head reassuringly. “I wanna save you doing me for next time.” You gave him a sly smile, flickering your eyes at him up and down. 

“N-next time?” he asked, his voice small. 

You nodded, stepping forward. “Mhm,” you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pressed your bodies together, feeling his hands take place on your hips. They fit perfectly, as if that’s where they belonged. 

“I still have to let you put it in, remember?” you teased. 

His eyes widened and his hands rubbed around your lower back. 

“Y-” he began, but was cut off by a choke. He cleared his throat and continued. He looked around, lowering his head closer to you and whispering, his eyes wide. “You were serious?” he asked, his slight lisp shining through in his surprise and amazement. 

“Of course,” you chuckled. “You think I’d just leave you hanging like that? Besides, I gotta teach you how to make me feel good.” 

“I wanna learn!” Leon exclaimed, nodding his head rapidly, trying to show you that he really meant it. “I’ll try my best for you! I-I wanna make you feel as good as you just made me feel…” He looked away, clearly shy from his own words. 

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. All you wanted to do was lean up and kiss him, so that’s exactly what you did. He froze for a second, but then you felt his body melt against yours and he kissed you back. You sighed into the kiss. This one felt… different. It felt more passionate and gentle. It felt like it meant something more than just two tongues wrestling together when someone was trying to get off. The butterflies went crazy in your tummy. 

You pulled back, looking up at him with a genuine and soft smile. He looked down at you, happiness in his eyes. 

There was a moment of silence as Leon’s eyes flickered around your face, studying you. Then, he sputtered out quickly, “Will you go on a date with me?” 

Your shock was probably written on your face, but you were just so surprised that he actually wanted to go on a date with you. You knew that Leon was shy and awkward, but he was still a guy, so you just thought… You just thought that all he really wanted was to get laid. He wanted to go on a date? Like… an actual one? 

“You want to go on a date with me?” you asked, your voice raising an octave. 

Leon nodded. “I wanna take you out. I want to… uh… treat you.” He looked away, his voice lowering. “I like you…” 

You felt your face turning red and you couldn’t look at him anymore. You looked at the floor, feeling shy. Your heart was beating fast against your chest and your hands were suddenly sweaty.

You nodded shyly. “I’ll go on a date with you. I… I like you, too.” 

“Holy shit,” he breathed out, sounding relieved. He couldn’t wipe a smile off of his face. His fingers flexed against your waist. He looked down at you, his face giddy. “Tomorrow? I-I’ll take you to dinner.” 

You nodded almost immediately. “Tomorrow sounds good. What time do you get off work?” 

“6:30.” 

You nodded absentmindedly, thinking about the options. “Okay,” you said finally. “I get off at 5. Do you wanna… meet me at my place when you get off?” 

“Sure!” he agreed. “And we can go out to eat.” 

“Yeah!” You gave him a smile. “Then when you drop me back off at my house, you can come inside.” 

He nodded, looking shy. “Sounds good.” He lowered his voice, then quietly added, “I’m excited.” 

“I can’t wait,” you said, giving him a smile. 

After that, you told Leon that you two better head out before the security guard caught you and you got into trouble. He agreed, and you both began walking back towards the front office. You grabbed your things, but Leon quickly took them out of your hands. 

“I can get it for you.” He gave you a playful smile. “I’m strong, remember?” Now he was the one doing the teasing. 

You let out a small laugh and shook your head. 

Leon walked you out, staying by your side the entire time. As you walked, your knuckles bumped against each other, and you couldn’t help from grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers together. You felt his sweaty palms against yours. Your heart swelled, threatening to burst out of your chest. He put your back in the back of your car and then opened the driver door for you. You rolled your window down so you could say goodbye. Before you could stop yourself, you reached out and grabbed his shirt. You pulled him down, placing a kiss on his lips before letting him go. He raised back up, his face bright red and sweaty. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Leon,” you said, putting your car in drive. 

“See you tomorrow,” he said, giving you a small wave.

The rest of the night you couldn’t stop thinking about rookie Leon Kennedy. You couldn’t stop thinking about his big dick, about the way he sounded when you were blowing him, about how he played with your hair while he was getting his cock sucked, about how sweet he was, about how shy and nervous he acted. It got to be a real problem when you realized you actually couldn’t get him off your mind. 

Do I have a crush on him? you pondered as you thought about the date, but also about what you were going to do afterwards… 

You couldn’t wait.