Mourning (Leon Kennedy x Reader)

mourning/moaning

!!NSFW content warning!!

"I hate her..." he says, eyes on the bar counter, as he's murmuring to the barman once again. Little did he know, you were there too.

"I hate her mesmerizing eyes, her white teeth when she smiles, her stupidly gorgeous face features." He groans a bit, voice definitely guilty. Sipping on his drink, as the barman is cleaning some glasses, Leon continues his mourning for you. "You don't know how much I wish she didn't left..." His voice breaks into quiet sobs, that escapes his throat. He was clearly drunk.

Meanwhile in your mind, you were fighting if you shall approach him or not.

Pros of talking to him were clearly seeing your ex boyfriend you've been missing, maybe talk everything out and getting forgiveness from leaving.

Cons: he might not recognise you, since it was already more than 2 years and you pretty much changed. Maybe you'll get yelled at, for even trying to walk back into his life.

But before you could even go through your thoughts, you took a seat on the bar stool beside him. He didn't even noticed you approached him, he clearly may not even know where he is, from being this drunk.

"One light Gin Tonic, please." You say to the barman and he immediately starts preparing your drink.

Your voice rang through Leon's head and he met your gaze that was already on him.

"What...What the hell are you doing here?" His drunk mumbles were cute and you tried hard to not get a wide smile on your lips. 

"The same thing as you, getting a drink." You couldn't help it anymore and your lips had that soft smile Leon loved.

"No you're not..." His brows furrowed as his blue eyes were piercing your soul.

Those blue eyes of his were your death, since the beginning, "Oh come on, can't I-"

"Why did you left?" His words were sharp, yet you could sense the pain he's going through.

"Leon I can expla-"

"You know what, I don't even wanna know. You're here now..." He sighed it off, now his gaze changing into a soft one.

Now, for a few seconds, you both were sitting there awkwardly, not letting any other word out. Soon enough, you got your drink, gulping the liquid quickly, mainly to at least a bit to forget this weird situation you're in.

Yet, minutes pass by and you're on your 5th drink, chatting with Leon. Not chatting, flirting even!

"So," you shivered at his voice, that was filled with interest in you, "what do you think about sleeping at mine tonight?" He asked, his stupid signature flirtatious grin appearing.

Later that night, you find yourself making out with your ex boyfriend in front of the main doors of his apartment. His lips tasting like booze, yet, still so sweet as they used to. What lipcare had this man, for them to be so good?

Leon meanwhile unlocked the doors, pulling you in and he slams the door, leading you both into the bedroom you very well know from your relationship 2 years ago.

His hands on your lower back get under your shirt, gently rubbing your skin, that feels so tingly under his touch. He slowly laid you on his bed, lips not even breaking apart, as he gets on top.

Your shirt now on the ground along with your bra, Leon also without his signature bomber jacket and his top coverage.

"Shit, pretty girl," he groaned softly, his lips going from your mouth to your neck and collarbones as his hands took your breasts, gently folding and squeezing them, making you whine and squirm under his touch. "Missed those tits of yours."