𝓓𝓾𝓵𝓬𝓲𝓼 𝓓𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓶

.• 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 •.

Pairing: Infinite Darkness!Leon x GN!Reader

Warning(s): Implied sex

This is about a dream I had a few nights ago. I added a few things at the end bc the ending in my dream didn't make sense but I'll explain it later at the end notes.

*****

"Ugh! She's a fucking headache!"

The coolness of the air conditioning in the briefing room dried up the remaining sweat on your back and forehead and your hands went disgustingly sticky with the clamminess clinging into your palm. Fatigued and dozy you were, you were sure you were going to pass out right there in your seat.

You, along with your partner, Leon, were tasked to save Ashley Graham again, this time in a more urban part of Italy. When the president told you about her getting kidnapped again, you legit rolled your eyes and Leon nudged your side when he saw the subtle gesture you displayed. Had Leon had the audacity to disrespect people who had higher power than him in his line of work, he would've flipped the president off and took the both of you to a nearby bar. He wasn't like that though, much to your dismay. He still had that "mama's boy" attitude in him even when he left some of it during his "rookie day" or night or something.

You were close to rioting that time. They were going to send you to that fucking mission again with only the two of you and hand you both shitty-ass pistols with ten fucking bullets. Who the fuck does that? Wouldn't you send the whole team if you, the president of the United fucking States, had a daughter that's been kidnapped? Also, why the fuck didn't they enhance the fucking security level? Hello? Parenting 101?

Leon crashed onto the couch beside you, making you bounce a bit, before shaking his hair from the grease and dampness his locks held. "Agreed. I might've lost my ears right there...again," he grunted as he stretched his arms above his head and managed to pop a few joints in the process. "Wanna grab a few drinks after this?"

With your head leaned against the back of the couch, you turned to look at your friend with jaded eyes and a lazy smile. You nodded in response and slapped a hand on his thigh. "Sure."

*****

You may or may not have had one too many drinks and danced around like a fucking worm on crack. Leon had one of his arms wrapped around your waist and a glass of whiskey in his free hand as he ground against your skirt-clad ass while you responded back with the same enthusiasm as him. Both of you were drunk, that's for sure. Not only with pure intoxication, but also with a sinful desire; something you two unknowingly shared on nights where fingers worked their magic to bring you both to a blissful high. You knew they weren't enough to satisfy your wants, but they were enough to calm your racing thoughts temporarily instead of committing to a one-time thing and bringing awkwardness in the atmosphere, at least you thought it would've been a one-time thing.

Leon whispered naughty things into your ear, things he wouldn't have said had he been conscious enough to stop himself from making a move, and boldly dipped a finger in your skirt and rubbed your pussy through your underwear. He was going to make love to you, he said, and he would make sure that you would be his. You bit your lip as you moaned at his words. He was hot and you would gladly let him fuck you anytime, anywhere. And so, you agreed.