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But look at you

Look, i’m sorry?? i dont know WHAT this is! but enjoy?? also let me know if i missed any cw??

Leon Kennedy x F!Reader, co-workers who used to hate each other.

CW: MDNI, 18+, badly written, female anatomy for reader, Leons POV, no real descriptors of reader, it’s smut, public.

It was all snarling, glaring at each other from across the room, snapping answers, disgust in those eyes, a build of resentment…until it wasn’t. Then, oh then it was all searing kisses, heavy hands, hushed whispers, and smothered moans.

That’s how he found himself in this position, his thighs pressed to the back of hers, one hand pushing her down while the other covered her mouth. She was pressed against the door, couldn’t have someone walking in after all. But he had no patient to wait anymore, not with her behaviour earlier. He felt her squirm, try to move away a slew of ‘s’too much Leon…please, can’t’ falling from her.

So, what was he to do? Push further, his hips spearing him forwards so he could feel her wrap around him again. “No, no princess, be good for me. Know you can” and oh she could, like this. Whining and whimpering below him, taking him over and over as she lost herself in the feeling. Of their warmth colliding, the sounds of how much she could take him filling the small space. Felt her tighten around him, suck him in further “God baby, you say it’s too much but look at you”.

He leant forward, pressing his back to hers and wrapping a hand around her waist. His hand moving to that puffy sensitive bundle right between her legs, earning him more moans and he moved his hand from her mouth to her jaw so he could press a wet kiss to her lips. His hips stuttering further forwards as he felt her gush over him. A moan leaving his mouth as he licked his tongue into her mouth, his tongue fucking her as he came closer and closer. Her breath hitching, her nails digging into the wood of the door.

Suddenly, he was impossibly close his arms wrapped as he stilled inside her and his head fell down to her shoulder, using the fabric of her work shirt to muffle his groans as he comes, his own thighs shaking his breath trembling and his muscles flexing. His mouth running faster than his mind “so good for me baby, see didn’t need to act out. Would give you what you wanted, just had to wait a bit. Feeling better? Yea you are, look at you all dazed like that”.

And then he was pulling out, using his tie to wipe the drool from her mouth and pressing another kiss to her lips. Pulling his pants up, helping wipe their mess from her thighs. His tie was ruined, that much was obvious as he pulled her panties up and her skirt down. “c’mon pretty, gotta get back to work”

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[elfven-blog]

Every Mark

Summary: Leon finds you while you're unhappy with your body, he goes on a mission to convince you otherwise

Leon Kennedy x F!Reader [Married]

CW: MDNI, 18+, bit spicy at the end, Leon has a taste. Female anatomy for reader, lots of kisses and fluff.

Word count: 1.7k

It was a warm summer evening as you were changing again and again into different clothes. You liked summer, when it was warm, and you could get away with drinking nothing but cool water and fizzy drinks. Well, that’s what you told everyone, but the truth was you liked getting to watch your husband work on his bike or clean the yard with nothing but his shorts on.

The expanse of his skin stretching over taunt muscles, sweat glistening as he worked hard, and those rare moments where he was off for more than a day so you could lounge outside together as he kept up his workout…’training’ he said. But you both know he just liked giving you a show.

Today was different, you and Leon were going out with friends. To celebrate some charity thing Claire had set up, an excuse just for you to all see each other again. But with it being summer, none of your regular evening wear would work, all of it making you too warm and stuffy. Which meant you’d wear your less covering stuff, which mean more skin showing, which meant your stretchmarks were on show.

You took a deep breath, trying to stay calm as you looked yourself over in the mirror. This dress was too tight and too short, the stretch marks on your thighs and back of your knees could be seen. Bottom lip worried between your teeth as you pulled it down, it didn’t budge, and tears welled in your eyes. You take this one off too, maybe it’s not a dress night you reason. Maybe it’s just some nice pant and a blouse night. So, you tried that instead, but the shirts showed off the stretchmarks across your hips.

After spending a few more minutes trying to find something…anything to wear, you sit on the edge of the bed. Your hand rubbed at your eyes, and you sighed. Guess today wasn’t a good day, maybe you could convince Leon you weren’t feeling well and needed to stay in bed, before he got home from work. But you hadn’t realised the time, hadn’t even noticed that Leon had already opened the door to your shared room, that he was watching with sad eyes as you picked at your skin. His gaze following down your body with a frown as he realised it was one of those days.

He moved silently across the floor, dropping to his knees in front of your with a soft ‘thump’. “Well, hello there, princess” his hands moved onto your leg, gliding across the soft skin there. Your head looked up, a tremble on your bottom lip. Your eyes followed his hands and you felt gross as his fingers smoothed over the stretchmarks there.

Leon’s eyes caught the way yours followed his hands, and he realised with a furrowed brow what it was that was bothering you. ‘Can’t have that’, he thought ‘going to have to do something about it’. And his mind flashed with an idea, he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before standing up with a stretch. “You mind helping me choose what to wear, pretty girl? You always manage to know what looks best” his plan of distracting you worked as you smiled up at him, pretending you weren’t reassessing every inch of your body just moments before.

“‘Course I can! Not like you can dress yourself anyway.” There’s his wife, he thinks, just a glimpse as she teases him. He shakes his head as he undresses out of his work suit. You’ve moved behind him, your hands helping him take off the jacket and then his shirt, your eyes wander down his back and arms. This time your lip was between your teeth, but not the same as earlier.

You couldn’t help but look at the muscle he’d gained during his training, your hands gliding down his arms and over scars as you took his shirt off before your hands settled at his waist. Eyes gazing over the stretch marks formed from the years of exercise and muscle building, your fingers delicately tracing them. And Leon smirked, not that you could see as he decided to put his plan in to action, a deep sigh leaving him.

He knew that your brow was furrowed, and the corners of your lips would be pulled down, as he moved your hands from where his stretch marks were at his hips, moving them to sit farther up his chest instead. The sound of an offended gasp left your mouth, and he bit his lip as he tried to stop the smirk growing into a grin. You pulled your hands back down to where they were, and he pulled them back up. It was like a game for a few minutes, and then he heard you grumble. “Excuse you, leave my hands alone”.

Leon shook his head, scratching at the back of his neck and moving your hands again “not today, baby, please” his voice had an uncomfortable tinge to it, making you freeze, and you leant against him. Your face leaning on his back as you moved your hands up before pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades.

Concern lit up in your brain, and your thumb moved in soothing circles “are you okay? What’s wrong” Leon could almost feel bad for his deception right now…key word being almost. But he sighed in response to your question, shrugging his shoulders as he went through his shirts in the closet. Your arms tightening around him, pulling him further into your front “my love”.

The blonde took a deep breath and turned his head to look at you. His eyes held tears as his bottom lip trembled, and he saw your heart break through you eyes. Definitely thought the tears were real then, guess the training was working. Your hand moved to cup his cheek, thumb running under his eyes “no no no, baby what’s wrong? Tell me”

He turned completely to you, his own hands moving to settle on your waist as his head buried into your neck. Mainly so he could hide the fact he couldn’t keep the false tears up. Another shaky breath, you felt what you thought was trembling through his shoulders as you rubbed his back “I just-its. I don’t know, don’t you think they’re gross?”

The noise that left your mouth was on he had never heard before, like he had just killed your baby right in front of you. He fights back a smile, pouting and nuzzling his face deeper into your neck instead. “Leon Scott Kennedy-” uh oh “-how dare you say that about yourself, I would fight anyone who would insult you. That includes yourself, you absolute moron.”

And suddenly, he was picking you up while a squeal left your mouth and a small shout of his name. He walked the few steps to your bed, laying you down on it as he hovered above you with his arms caging you in. A loving glint filling his blue eyes, and a dopey smile on his face. “exactly” he whispers.

Everything clicks in to place in your mind, the realisation that your husband just played you seeps in. Your mouth opening in a shocked expression as your eyes widen, and you go to speak but no words come out. Leons’ smile turn in to a smirk as he presses his mouth to yours in a gentle kiss. Then he’s moving down your body, pressing his lips to every inch he can. You whine when he passes your neck, confused as to why he wouldn’t mark his favourite place on you, and he just smooths his hand on your leg.

“S’okay pretty girl, got a different plan today…gonna make my girl feel good, show her how much her stretch marks affect me” you almost feel the blush heating up your body. Leons still making his way down, he removes your shirt, and a small groan leaves him at the sight. The way he looks at you make you want to cover yourself or open your legs. You’re not quite sure. “Fuck, my pretty girl indeed”

Leon presses his lips to your skin, travelling between the valley of your breasts and you’re even more confused when he just passes them too. But the thoughts are soon wiped away when his hands dig into the soft plush of your hips, and his mouth presses into the area of your stretch marks. Your breath hitches, but Leon doesn’t stop. He presses a kiss to each individual mark “You love mine, can’t keep your hands off them. Moment they’re on show your eyes are glued to them, watching me work out, riding me, trapped beneath me. And there you are watching them or tracing them.” He moves across your stomach, his teeth nipping at the soft skin before he’s kissing the marks on the other side.

Your thighs move to press together from his attention, the slick coating your panties. Who knew something simple like this would affect you so much, you don’t know if its his words or how focused he is on showing each single mark love. Leon notices and moves one of his hands to hold your thighs open “uh uh” he mutters, moving down from your stomach and hips. And oh god, you think, some relief.

But no, Leon isn’t that kind. He’s busy. You’ll just have to wait a little longer while he finishes. His eyes flicker up to watch you. A beautiful sight above him, head thrown back, hands clutching the sheets and eyes closed shut as you try to breath. He raises an eyebrow, his hand smoothing up your stomach as he presses his mouth to the marks on your thighs. He keeps his eyes on you now, watching as you bite your lip to hold your noises back.

He cant help himself, not with your cunt right in front of him with soaked panties. So what is he meant to do? Nothing? Absolutely not. His tongue licks over the cloth, his eyes shutting as he tastes you. A groan leaves him and he’s using his hands to push your legs so he can lay between them properly. He practically rips your underwear off so he can dive his face into your fold, lapping at you as he pushes closer, your hands shooting down to his hair and pull him closer. He speaks into your pussy, and the vibrations make your back arch as you moan.

“yeah yeah, we’ll have to call and tell them we’ll be late”

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