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WARNING: they get freakyyyy!! 🤪
**"This feels kinda like a date, y'know?"**
You said softly, slipping your gloved hands into the pockets of your coat.
The city shimmered in the rain, streetlights casting golden reflections on the wet pavement. Drops tapped gently against your umbrella, and the scent of rain and distant coffee shops lingered in the air. Everything felt slower, softer — like the world had quieted just for the two of you.
"Nah… unless you want it to be, of course." He glanced at you with that familiar, teasing grin, lifting his brows playfully.
You rolled your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips, and gave his shoulder a light punch.
"Cocky much?"
Still, you pulled your hand from your pocket and slowly reached for his. The contact was warm — grounding — and you didn’t let go.
He smiled, really smiled, but you didn’t notice — too distracted watching a puppy tug its owner across the slick sidewalk.
He didn’t mind. His attention hadn’t left you for a second.
Realising you were slowing down, he laced his fingers more securely with yours and gave a gentle tug.
"Keep up, slowpoke," he murmured, his voice lower this time.
You sighed, dramatically but with a playful tilt of your head.
"Where *is* this restaurant? We’ve been walking forever."
He let out a soft laugh, eyes still on you.
"Tired already? Not what I expected from one of DSO’s best agents."
You scoffed, nudging his arm with your elbow.
"Okay, Mr. I-train-’til-my-knuckles-bleed."
"Touché," he muttered — and this time, he didn’t look away.
The rain was getting stronger, and he finally opened his umbrella, holding it over the both of you.
“It’s not far from here, just down the street. I heard you say you liked ramen, so I knew you’d love this place.”
You smiled softly. “Wow, observative. Thanks, handsome.” He let out a small laugh, trying to hide the redness creeping onto his face at the nickname.
“You’re one to talk, beautiful.”
You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “Two can play this game, babe.”
Huffing, he put his arm around your shoulders and your heartrate picked up. “I can do this all day, yknow.”
You just smiled, words not leaving the tip of your tounge as you took in the feeling of his arm around you.
As the two of you approached the resturant, he opens the door for you, grinning like an idiot. “How chivalrous.” You tease, stepping inside.
He chuckles. “Only for you.”
Scoffing, you find yourself a seat by the window, sitting down. You watch the grey sky, and the raindrops rolling down the glass.
He sat down in front of you, taking you in. From the soft curve of your lip, to the color of your eyes. Catching him staring, you don’t look his way, but the corner of your lips turn up into a small smile.
Chuckling, he kicks your foot under the table. You grin, kicking him back, and he would’ve retorted if the waiter hadn’t come to take your orders.
Pointing at the menu, you smiled politely at the waiter. “I’ll take this, thanks.” Nodding, she tu to Leon, who didn’t even notice her because he was too busy staring at your smile.
He looks up and clears his throat as his face starts turning red. “Right..order, I’ll take whatever she’s getting.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck.
The waiter nods, leaving.
By the time you stepped out of the restaurant, the rain had settled into a soft mist, the kind that shimmered under the streetlights but didn’t bother with soaking you anymore.
He held the umbrella steady over you both, even though his shoulder was starting to get wet.
“You’re bad at sharing,” you said lightly, nudging him with your elbow. “You're hogging all the chivalry points.”
He grinned, eyes still ahead. “I’m just trying to impress you.”
You scoffed. “Mission accomplished. Barely.”
That earned a quiet laugh, but his hand found yours again, fingers interlacing without hesitation. You didn’t say anything — just squeezed gently, and kept walking.
The street was quiet, bathed in golden puddles and flickering neon signs. The sound of distant cars, the soft tap of mist on fabric, your footsteps in rhythm — it all blurred into something strangely perfect.
Then, without warning, he slowed and tugged lightly on your hand, pulling you to a stop beneath a streetlamp.
You blinked at him. “What?”
He didn’t answer right away — just looked at you for a beat too long.
“I’ve been thinking about this since before the ramen,” he said, his voice quiet.
You opened your mouth — to tease, maybe — but you didn’t get the chance.
He leaned in, one hand rising to cup the side of your face, and kissed you.
It was slow and warm and unhurried, like he wasn’t trying to prove anything — just feel it. Like he was asking something without saying a word.
You melted into it before your brain caught up, your free hand landing lightly on his chest.
When he pulled back, it wasn’t far. Just enough to rest his forehead against yours.
“So?” he murmured, voice low. “Still feel like a date?”
Your lips parted, breath catching slightly — but your smile came first.
“Yeah,” you whispered. “Definitely.”
He started to say something, but you beat him to it with a grin.
“Shut up and walk me home.”
He chuckled — and this time, it was him who blushed.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, lacing his fingers with yours again
The walk to your apartment was quiet, but not in a bad way.
His thumb brushed lazy circles across the back of your hand, and every so often he glanced your way — not saying much, but feeling everything. You could sense it in the way he walked just a little slower than you, like drawing out every second.
When you reached your building, you both paused by the steps.
He didn’t let go of your hand.
“So,” he said, voice just above a whisper. “Guess this is goodnight.”
You looked up at him, the soft glow of the porch light tracing the edge of his jaw. You hesitated for a second — not because you didn’t know what you wanted, but because the butterflies were louder than your thoughts.
“Or…” you said slowly, fingers tightening slightly around his, “you could come up.”
His brows lifted just a little, not in surprise — more like he was checking that he’d heard you right.
You met his eyes, steady now. “If you want to.”
His lips curved into something small, genuine. “You sure?”
You nodded. “Yeah. I am.”
You unlocked the door and stepped inside, the familiar scent of your place wrapping around you like a blanket. He hovered by the doorway for a second before slipping off his coat, eyes flicking around — not nosy, just curious. Comfortable.
You turned on a small lamp near the window. The light was warm and golden, casting soft shadows along the walls. You kicked off your shoes, then glanced over your shoulder.
He was watching you again, quiet.
You folded your arms loosely, a little smile tugging at your lips. “You gonna keep staring all night or…?”
He stepped closer.
“I’m weighing my options.”
You laughed softly, and before you could say anything else, his hands found your waist — slow, tentative at first, like he was giving you space to change your mind.
You didn’t.
You stepped in closer, letting your hands rest against his chest.
The kiss that followed was deeper — not rushed, but full of everything that had gone unsaid all night.
And when it finally broke, both of you a little breathless, he didn’t pull back far.
“You want me to stay?” he asked, voice low, rough at the edges.
Your answer was quiet.
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.”
You didn’t move your hands at first, his hands on your waist felt nice, and in return, you curled your fingers into the fabric of his shirt.
Slowly, he bought his hand up to your jaw, gently caressing before softly leaning in for a kiss.
You closed your eyes, letting him capture your lips in a bruising kiss, taking in the taste of him. It was a mix of jack Daniel’s and something else. You didn’t really know, but you did know that you loved it.
Your hand trails down his chest to the hem of his shirt, slipping inside to touch his warm skin. He sighs at the contact, and you slowly run your nails down his back.
From your jaw, he moves his hands to your hair, angling your head just right and running his tongue over your bottom lip. His hands are moving down your back, but he stops for a moment, the both of you breathless.
“We can stop, if you want to.” He mutters, looking at your face, trying to gauge your reaction.
You shake your head, “no way.”
He chuckles, grabbing you by the hips and lifting you up easily. It amazed you how strong he was. “Alright princess.”
You gasped, half laughing as you tighten your arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist.
“You know where my room is?” you teased, breathless.
“I’ve got a pretty good guess,” he murmured, voice low and gravel-edged. “Unless you’d rather take this to the kitchen.”
You rolled your eyes, smiling. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet…” He leaned in, letting his lips brush your cheek, then your jaw — barely there. “Here I am.”
He pushed the door open and stepped inside without bothering with the light.
The rooms dimly lit, the view of the city skyline clear. He smirks. “Always got this good of a view?”
You grin, “only when I’ve got company.”
He chuckle softly, kissing the corner of your lips, and you start tugging at his shirt. He grins at your eagerness, helping you out.
Biting your lip, you shamelessly check him out, eyes running over his toned abs.
He rolls his eyes, laughing. “My eyes are up here, yknow.”
You chuckle, scoffing. “Cant help it, they looked at me first.”
Smirking, he gently puts his finger on the hem of your shirt, looking into your eyes for silent approval. You nod slowly. If anyone got to see you naked, it’d definitely be Leon Scott Kennedy.
Pulling your shirt over your head, he sighs softly, like a mix of love and contentment. “You’re beautiful.” He mutter, leaning in to kiss your shoulder.
You let out a small sigh, dangerously close to a moan, but he's not worried, he’ll get you to that point too. He grins at the noises you make as he gently kisses down your shoulder to your collarbone, and soon to the swell of your breasts.
His hand runs down your back, fingers working the hook of your bra and you feel it come undone. Slowly, he pulls it away, and you cover your eyes with your arm, face all red.
He smiles softly, notices the red face and chuckles.
“You are so fucking sexy.” He mutters, gently taking one of your nipples into his mouth as his other hand kneads the other tit. You can’t help it, a soft moan escapes your lips. “Leon..”
“Yeah, babe?” He mutters, giving each one equal attention til they’re swollen. He runs his thumbs over your perky buds, pleased with his work.
Slowly, you catch your breath, running your fingers over his half hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. He groans softly, and you take it as an invitation to unzip the fly. Sitting up, you pull his jeans off, his dick even bigger in just his boxer.
You took him in, from his sexy toned biceps, to the Calvin Klein boxers. It was all so much, and you felt the dampness in your panties growing, your clit throbbing, begging to be touched by him.
He notices your expression, sees the arousal on your face and smirks, laying you down and gently kissing down your stomach til he reaches right above your pussy.
His face is just inches above it, and you watch how he licks his lips before slowly pushing your panties aside, revealing your slick wet folds. He hums in approval, and your heartbeat quickens.
“May I?” He asks, voice low and smooth, and only an idiot would decline such a respectful request.
“Mhm..” you mutter, and without further hesitation, he takes a long, leisurely lick along your pussy lips.
Biting your lips, you try muffling your moans, but he makes it impossible, swirling his tounge around your clit, and soon enough hes bring his fingers in.
At first, it’s just one finger. He pushes it in slowly, feeling your warmth and wetness all over the digit before adding the second, gently finger fucking you as he eats you out, leaving you a whimpering mess.
His tongue is magic on your pussy, and every lick has you arching your back, thighs caging him in, hands in his hair, messily gripping on. Every time you moan his name, it sounds like divine intervention.
He curls his fingers inside you, hitting the perfect spot, and you can’t help it. You’re grunts and moans become embarrassing loud, and your screaming, “Leon, im about to cum! Fuck!”
He’s got you undone in less then a minute, sucking on your clit, and everything he does has you right on the edge. “Mhm, cum for me babe.. cum on my fingers.” He says, his voice a low growl, muffled by your pussy and it had you going over the edge, back arching, legs shaking and moans uncontrollably loud. “Fuck, leooon!”
He slowly lifts his face, wiping your juices off his chin. You look at his face, panting. He was gonna be the death of you.
“Leon..” you mutter, catching your breath. He grins, laying beside you.
You were obviously gonna return the favor. So, without any further wait, you sat up and pulled his boxers down, and he lifted his hips for you, biting his lip.
He’s erect cock springs free, and you can feel your pussy leak like a faucet. God, it was massive. You place one of your hands on his shaft, spitting on it and rubbing, watching his face for his reaction. Once you knew it was pleasure, you continued, going a bit faster before stopping. He opened his eyes, groaning. “It was just starting to get good.”
You smirked, getting down on your knees on the floor while he sat on your bed. He bites his lip. “You sure?” You just nod, and he lets out a soft exhale, preparing himself. Opening your mouth you drag your tongue from his balls all the way up to his tip, licking the sensitive skin there.
He moans in pleasure, gently tangling his hand in your hair.
You look into his eyes as you sink your mouth onto his dick, and the sight makes him groan in pleasure. You bob your head up and down, tears forming at your eyes as his cock hits the back of your throat repeatedly.
He guides your head with his hand, gently wiping the tears away from your eyes. His head falls back in pleasure, and you hold onto his calves for support. until, he pulls you off him, and onto his lap, kissing you softly.
“Got any condoms?” He asks as he pulls away and you shake your head. “I haven’t been laid in a while.”
He chuckles. “Don’t worry, my pull out game is strong.”
Rolling your eyes, you adjust yourself on him. “We’ll see about that.”
A soft exhale escapes your lips as he gently lines himself up to your throbbing hole, waiting for his cock to fill you up. He gently holds your waist, burying his face in your neck as you sink down on it, moaning softly as you do.
It’s not long before the both of you pick up the pace, his hands on your ass, yours in his hair as he bounces you up and down on his cock, mouth busy grunting, moaning and leaving hickeys on your neck.
“Leon, im gonna cum!” You yell, and he felt your pussy tighten around him, and his eyes almost rolled all the way back at the sensation. Quickly, he pushes you down onto the bed, chasing his own release as he thrusts into you, now quivering from the intensity of your orgasm and the overstimulation.
“Fuck, fuck, im gonna fucking cum, fuck!” He moans, pulling out just in time to cum all over your stomach.
He pants, collapsing down beside you.
“That was the best sex ive ever had.” You mutter, looking up at the ceiling.
He grins, turning his head to look at you. “Glad you enjoyed it, beautiful. I’m gonna get us cleaned up.” He muttered, getting up to get a towel from the bathroom, before coming back to wipe his release off you.
You sigh softly, pulling him back to bed. “Im tired.” You murmured groggily, and he chuckled, pulling your head onto his chest and his arms around your body.
“Me too. Luckily we’ve got all night.” He says, and you smile softly.
“Mm.. yep, lucky me.”