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Starstruck was how most people with working eyes would’ve described you when you joined the DSO as a rookie agent under THE Leon Scott Kennedy a few years ago. Omitting the whole ‘Best Agent of the DSO’ thing, he really was a sight to behold. Even for a middle aged man, the 90s boyband-esque hair, the piercing baby blues, the frown lines and slight fine lines, the scruffy stubble littered around his jaw, the gravelly voice that carried years of experience in the field, and oh the physique, god the physique and height.
It wasn’t much of a surprise that you were just one of his many admirers in the DSO. But you did have at least some semblance of professionalism and self control, keeping the ogling to a minimum, especially when he was busy putting you on your ass during training.
That was until one day, you decided to act like the little shit you were, and offered him a Strawberry Oreo— the kind that was sickeningly sweet and tasted like diabetes on crack— the kind of thing he’d rather fight another Tyrant than eat, or at least that's what you thought, until he begrudgingly accepted it, took a bite, and made a face that wasn’t exactly his trademark scowl, but one that screamed “this is fucking disgusting”. You were bracing yourself for him to bark out an order to make you drop 50, but instead, he dragged you into the supply closet— ah yes, the cliche supply closet trope— and kissed you stupid, his tongue assaulting yours like a tactical maneuver, making you taste the notes of artificial sweetener and regret.
He broke away from the kiss, breathing heavy, a string of your mixed saliva between the both of you. “That Strawberry Oreo tasted like shit, and I’ve had B.O.W guts in my mouth once in 04.” He added dryly in that signature deadpan tone of his.
“A-Agent Kenne—”
“Leon. Don’t give me that “Agent Kennedy” crap when you’ve been eyeing me like a five course michelin meal when you think I’m not looking. You aren’t exactly subtle, sweetheart.”
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And that’s how you got here. In a secret relationship with Leon fucking Kennedy for the past few years. Very much coworkers, and very much dishonorable discharge material if anyone found out, regardless of whether you graduated from ‘rookie’ status halfway through.
Predictably, he’s the poster boy of professionalism when others are in the vicinity. Treats you like he treats everyone else. An offhand one-liner during ops that makes everyone groan. A grunt that’s basically a standing ovation when he gets his coffee blacker than sin in the DSO cafeteria.
But when you’re both at each others’ place? Boy oh boy. That’s the true high of the game.
He hauls you over his shoulder once the door is shut, carrying you with the same level of care that he does with his beloved Requiem gun, and follows you down onto the bed while making out with you like his life depended on it.
“You’ve been teasing me all fucking day baby. Wearing that stupid tight henley. You know how bad I wanted to haul you off in the middle of that op like a caveman? You get a kick out of that huh?” He bit your bottom lip just shy of pain.
You whimpered into the kiss, breathy and barely unable to hide your desperation. “Yeah— fuck I missed you all day even though you were right there, I need you, please?”
A soft chuckle. “Needy aren’t we? Can’t even go a day without my attention. My perfect, needy girl. Use your words, what do you want?”
A whine that you’d normally be embarrassed about and deny to the grave escaped your lips, but you honestly couldn’t be damned to care right now, not when his lips were grazing the sensitive crook of your neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Need your cock right now, so bad, please baby?”
“Attagirl. But I don't want to hurt you by stretching you from the get go. Let me take care of you, yeah? Can you do that for me baby?”
You nod frantically, stripping and leaving you bare in front of him.
He looked at you like a thirsty, thirsty man in a desert that finally found an oasis, spreading your glistening folds with reverence. “God, look at you. Is that all for me, my love? You get so wet looking at me treating you like a coworker when we’re out there knowing you take my cock balls deep inside you every night? My freaky girl, so perfect for me.”
You get embarrassingly wetter, itching to grab his hand to guide him where you needed him most, knowing it’ll be a futile effort given how many years of strength training he had over you. “Please— just touch me plea— oh—”, your words got cut off as he finally gave in and started rubbing your clit in tight circles, in a way he knew drove you crazy. “So pretty when you beg for me, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you real good, yeah?” He adds two thick, long fingers into your sopping pussy, curling just right, making a ‘come here’ motion on your gspot, while his thumb continued its ministrations on your clit.
You were getting close embarrassingly fast, which wasn’t surprising considering he’s had your preferences memorised in his brain like he does with tactical moves— with full attention and care. “L-Leon, if you keep doing that—”, he redoubled his efforts, grinning while kissing you like a man starved. “Cmon baby, so good for me, cum for me, let me make you feel good before I fuck you like you need.”
That did it. The electricity peaked, and you came hard around his fingers, shaking with the full force of it. “F-FUUUCK— yes yes YES MMPH—!!!”
He sheathed his rock hard cock into your still-cumming pussy, without giving you time to come down from your high, knowing you loved it just like this. His head leaned down onto your shoulder, letting out a choked groan of pleasure. “Oh fuuuck, you’re so tight and wet for me baby. I love how you feel after you cum for me, god your little pussy’s so perfect for me.”
He moved his hips, pulling his cock almost fully out before slamming back into you with a force that shook the bedframe. He fucked you— not carefully like how he does everything at work, not carefully like how he reloads his guns with practiced easy— no, he fucked you like his infamous control that kept him alive for decades was thrown out the window. “Attagirl, just like that, so tight and warm and good for me, that’s my perfect girl. God I love you—”
The coil in your gut started building again, like an itch being scratched, just on the cusp of it, and you knew it was going to wash over you like a bulldozer. “I love you too— ah— g-gonna cum again— can I—?”
He smirked that infuriatingly handsome smirk, the one that you knew meant he was having far too much fun watching you writhe under him. “Not yet baby, hold it for me, just a while longer, can you do that for me sweetheart? It’ll feel so good, I promise.”
You tried. God you tried. You held your orgasm back like a taut rubber band about to snap, and damn could he play you like a fiddle.
He took your pleading eyes as signal to go even harder, hoisting your legs up with practiced ease over his shoulders, effectively folding you in half, and if the tip of his cock wasn’t kissing your cervix already? You bet it was now. “Oh god— I c-can’t— please Leon, I need, I need—”
“What do you need baby?” As if he didn’t know. Bastard. With the full audacity of a man who barks bullshit back at orders, he chooses to feign ignorance while fucking you into the mattress, “Use your words sweetheart, I’m not a mind reader, remember? You need to tell me exactly what you need.”
You honest to god were right there, you could taste it, delicious and boiling to the surface, holding on by a measly thread, tears brimming in your eyes from the effort of holding your orgasm back until he gave you permission, because there was nothing you loved more than receiving gratification from him, “Need to cum— m’so close, please let me cum on your cock, I’ll be so good daddy please.”
Oh. The D word. That magic word that undid him every time you used it throughout your relationship. He shuddered, his pace faltering for a split second before rutting into you like a man possessed, “That’s my good girl. Cum for me baby, give it to me.”
The force of your orgasm ripped through you like a tsunami, violent, endless, and oh-so good, “MMMM—!!!” Your pussy rippled in tangent with your fluttering heart rate, milking his cock like a vise.
No matter how many times he’d cum in you the past few years while knowing you were on birth control, you found it absolutely endearing and adorable that he’d ask every time. Like you were precious to him. And that you indeed were. “Fuuuck, that’s it, such a good girl, yeah milk my cock just like that baby. Gonna cum inside you, gonna fill you up with my cum so good. You want that sweetheart?”
His relentless thrusts prolonged your orgasm like a never-ending euphoria, but in your post-orgasmic haze, you just about managed to get the words out, “Please, inside please please please baby—”
That was all the permission he needed. One thrust. Two. He grunted through gritted teeth, “Gonna cum, fuck I’m gonna—” He came hard right into your cervix, painting your walls white in thick, hot ropes of cum. You’d joked that he always filled you up like some weird Twinkie, and you certainly felt like one now.
He collapsed on top of you, though careful to not crush you under his weight. After a few moments of catching your breaths, he nuzzled his sweaty face all over yours like an overgrown, overaffectionate bear. “Mm, love you. My perfect girl.”
You giggled as his stubble tickled your face like a scratchy brush. “S’ticklish, hehe. Even when I wear that henley to rile you up at work?”
“Especially then, you cheeky little vixen. I’ll get you back for that, though.” A wry smirk. One that you knew meant he was gonna wear the male equivalent of a crop top the next day. The fuckin quarter zip.
You groaned but couldn’t exactly suppress a smile. “That’s not fair. You look disgustingly hot in everything, FYI, but the quarter zip? Really? You’re playing a dirty game, Kennedy.”
“Oh yeah? Well, guess you can punish me after work tomorrow then, my cheeky little thing.”
“Looking forward to it then~”
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And that was the best part, wasn’t it?
Not the sex, though that part’s mind bogglingly good, more than good. It was the little moments in between.
The ones away from work.
The ones where you and him smile and talk nonsense.
The ones where you see the man before what Raccoon City took away from him.
The ones where you get to love each other like it’s the only thing in the world.
Always.