made in heaven. 𓄼 resident evil.

❛ what do you want? ➣ leon kennedy.

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𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻:
y'all,, i don't write smut but i was listening to back to the start by somo and well. here you go. enjoy. happy valentine's day!

18+. minors go do your homework or something, ily.

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It's unfair. The little game Leon Kennedy is actively trying to play with you in the middle of a meeting with the board of the agency. He's perfected the art of extending his arm over to your chair, fingers crawling over the exposed skin where your skirt ends over your lower thigh. No one ever sees him. How do they not? You were practically shuddering – likely from the excitement and nervousness of being caught – in your seat by the time his hand carefully dipped underneath the fabric.

It's a dangerous game to play. But Leon Kennedy has never been one to tremble in the face of danger. In fact, some would say he's quite the survivalist.

"Y/N," he whispers, leaning closer to not interrupt the meeting, breath fanning over your skin in a way that makes you shiver. "You're supposed to be taking notes, what's got you distracted?"

You swallow the rising lump in your throat, ignore the choked whimper in your throat when his thumb presses into the fabric of your underwear and whisper, "you're going to get us both fired if you don't—"

The words tangle in your throat when he whispers something about bending you over the desk when everyone leaves, a devilish grin on his lips when he pulls away from you, removing his hand in the process. For a moment you almost long for him to return to his antics. Instead you stare at the clock on the wall, watching the thing tick and tock, wishing it would hurry along. This meeting couldn't end sooner.

When you'd finally managed to start jotting down notes again per request from one of the big bosses, the blond returns his hand to your thigh. One wrong move, the slightest of sounds could give way to what was happening underneath the table. God forbid someone walked around the table.

It persists like this for another thirty minutes. An antagonizing half hour until finally they excuse themselves and Hunnigan so sweetly asks you to stay back and make sure nothing was left behind. The spare moment of being by yourself gives you time to recuperate from Leon's antics, he'd gone with the agents so you assume you're safe for the time being.

Not that you would mind. It wouldn't be the first time you'd found yourself flush against Leon in the worst possible place to have sex. A smile curves over your lips at the memory of a little party during a mission where a certain agent could not get over the black dress you wore that night long enough to focus on his task. And when he got the intel he needed? Your dress became his next priority.

The door cracks open to the meeting room just as you're stacking a pile of papers on a filing cabinet in the corner of the room – an intern would collect them later on. You pay it no mind, at first, until the intruder's arms wrap around your waist and tug gently until you face him.

Leon stares at you with a mischievous smile, the blue of his eyes almost dancing a little dance. "What are you doing back?" You ask, a smile decorating your lips. You knew exactly why he'd come back.

"Maybe I just wanted to see my favorite assistant again," his voice lingers with that of rich honey and something that only Leon Kennedy possessed. His voice could arguably seduce you alone, adding his coy little expressions into the mix spelled trouble for you.

You roll your eyes at his comment, looking over at the door to the room with momentary hesitation. The blond man keeping you locked in his hold dips his head, ghosting his warm lips over the soft skin of your neck. His teeth capture a patch of your skin, an action that earns a hitched breath from you, tongue soothing over the skin where he'd surely leave his mark. His personal paintings on your skin, the prettiest art in his opinion.