𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟯

Giving You One Extra Day| Request| Smut

AN: I had a request to write kind of a dark romance smut, so here it is!

Leon's a way out of character in this one, and is actually the bad guy, so think of this as more of an AU. This does have dark themes such as knife play, so take caution!

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I lie awake in bed, feeling self-conscious about my thin, short nightgown and the guards outside. Since being urgently ushered out of my own house two days ago with only five minutes to pack I can't say I was in the right mindset to plan ahead, hence me lying here in the only bedroom of the isolated cabin, whilst I debate on getting dressed again just to fall asleep feeling decently covered. I sigh, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about how my life was perfectly normal until two months ago, when I accidentally created a cure to some kind of virus that's top secret. It truly was an accident, but when my colleagues caught wind of it, then told the higher ups, it soon turned into a frenzy, which then led to me being a high value target, meaning I needed government protection from those wanting to kill me or steal my research. 

Just as my eyes begin to close, I hear three, no, four bumps in the night. They're loud enough to make me jump out of my skin, and I immediately sit up, my eyes darting around in the near darkness. I swallow, fear begins to claw its way up my throat, but surely nothing bad is happening outside, right? They're top secret agents, fully trained to protect me from even the worst of evils. I slide out of bed, padding to the door and pressing my ear against it. All self-consciousness disappears when I hear laboured breathing from the other side, then I grab the door handle, mind short circuiting as one thoughts occurs to me; run. I swing open the door, seeing scattered bodies laying around the quaint cabin, blood stains the wooden floors, but I can't stay to bare it much longer. I run past them, my feet sliding on a puddle of red as I dash forwards, not looking where I'm going. I suddenly slam into something hard, gasping as I push it away, but it- a man- just smiles, his arms grabbing mine harshly. 

"Hey doc." He murmurs, eyes slowly taking in my body. I scream, turning from the unfamiliar man to run back to my room, but he's faster, blocking me off before I can reach the bedroom, so I turn, heading for the kitchen instead where I can get to the back door. The man soon catches up again, and blocks my way as I tremble, lip quivering as he tilts his head at me. He grabs a fighting knife from his belt, and I suddenly feel like death is close, but I refuse to go down easily. I grab the closest thing to me; a wooden rolling pin. The man's brow arches mockingly as his mouth curves up. "Really?" He drawls. 

I whimper, then swing the rolling pin at him, but he grabs it from me, using his strength to pull me forwards. I drop the pin, letting it roll out of reach as the man backs me up until I'm pressed against the wall, completely and utterly at his mercy. I shake as he presses the blade to my cheek, the cool metal freezing in contrast to my blazing skin. The sharp edge barely touches me, but I feel like I'm bleeding out anyway. The man tuts, shaking his head as he feigns sadness. "What a shame that such a pretty scientist has to be the one to make the vaccine, but a job's a job." He grins. I whimper again as he presses the blade to my neck, but it seems like he pulls back at the last second. "Ooh, you like this?" He teases. 

I shake my head, but there's no doubt about it that there's a heat pooling in my stomach. It's sick, but for some reason by body is reacting in a...sensual way. "Please." I whisper, lip wobbling, but truthfully I don't know what I'm begging for. The man's lips lift into a smirk as he nods, leaning close until his nose is nuzzling my cheek, and his sculpted chest presses against my hardened nipples. 

"I'll make a deal with you, hmm? Let me inside of you and then give me that sample you've made, and in return I'll give you one extra day to try and run from me. How's that sound?" He murmurs deeply, inhaling me. I nod, despite it being a fucking awful idea, but I don't want to die, and a part of me kind of wants this. The man shakes his head, "I need words sweet girl."

"Y-yes. Okay, you can fuck me." I say, blushing at the way my voice is so breathy. The man grins, then suddenly he slams the sharp blade into the wood inches away from my head. I jump, arching against him to get away from it. The man chuckles darkly, then retracts it, slipping it back into his belt before he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his middle as my nightgown rides up to my hips, displaying my lace underwear. He doesn't notice yet though, because he takes us to the bedroom, closing the door on the dead bodies, then he throws me onto the bed and wastes no time literally ripping my clothes off of me, until I'm left squirming and soaked. 

"Such a needy girl, hmm?" He coos. I whine, needing something to take away this awful pleasure building up. "I'm Leon, I want you to know so you can scream out my name, okay?" He adds, then he begins to undress as I watch, taking in his muscles and dark hair. I swallow as soon as I see his cock, unsure if it'll even fit. Leon then grabs his knife, drawing the blade down my skin as I shiver, but at last second he flips it, grabbing the metal so the handle is held out towards me. My eyes widen as he nudges my thighs apart, then suddenly the handle is gliding inside of me, barely filling me up, but I can already see the white ring forming around it. I moan, hips bucking as he fucks me with it, but after some time and me getting close, Leon flings it away, letting it bury into the wall behind him as he uses his strength to flip me over on all fours, then he grabs my hips, giving me no time to prepare before he's splitting me open. 

I scream out, clutching the sheets as his fingers bruise my hips. He fucks me relentlessly, not even trying to be nice as he pistons his hips into me, hitting all the right spots. I'm a mess, with tears of pleasure streaking down my cheeks as he groans behind me. The headboard of the bed hits the wall harshly, creating a dent in the wood with how fast he's going. It's rough, but feels so good, and completely different from my other lovers. I end up burying my face into the pillow to muffle my betraying moans of pleasure, but then Leon's pulling out and flipping me onto my back, his hand grabbing my neck to force me to look at him. "Let me hear you." He growls, slowing now as I cry out his name, my hands fisting the sheets. I come hard, clenching around him as Leon chuckles, then he pulls out, tapping his cock against my clit before spilling onto my folds, painting such a dirty picture. 

I pant heavily, still seeing stars as Leon pulls back, and I begin to close my legs, but he shakes his head. "Uh, Uh, we're not done. What kind of gentleman doesn't clean you up after?" He coos. 

Anger flares through me at the feeling of guilt and sickness at the pleasure he gave me, and how much I enjoyed it and crave more. "You're no gentleman." I spit out at him, giving him my most hateful look. It only amuses him though, because he settles between my thighs, lifting my legs over his shoulders as he meets my eyes, then for the first time he looks murderous. 

"You're right, I'm not." Is his reply, before he harshly bites my inner thigh, drawing blood. I scream, but it ends in a high pitched whine as he begins to eat me out, mixing pleasure with the pain. Leon doesn't hesitate with his movements, nor is he inexperienced. His tongue moves like he knows what he's doing, and God, does it feel good. He cleans me up, sucking my juices as well as his own dripping come, whilst equally making more mess. It begins to feel too much, so I grab a fistful of his hair, yanking on it, but it makes him groan, adding vibrations to the mix. 

"Oh fuck. No, I can't. Stop, this doesn't feel-" I blubber, then I'm coming again, harsher than last time, wetting the sheets with the force of my orgasm. Leon hums in delight, drinking it all up like a last meal, then he presses a kiss to my pussy, as if thanking it for the service. I'm boneless, unable to move as I lie back on the bed. I watch as Leon grins at me, eyes searching to check that I'm, okay? I flip him off, earning a laugh from him. 

"Maybe I shouldn't kill you, I could keep you as my own little prisoner." He muses, already beginning to get dressed. I muster the strength to sit up, then I'm grabbing my underwear and getting dressed again too, this time opting for jeans and a simple tee. Leon admires me still, then narrows his eyes at me when I stand there glaring at him. "You know your time's started, right? You've got twenty three hours before we do this again. After that...maybe we'll keep this up." He smiles, and I hate the way my heart flips at it. This is so fucking wrong, but it felt so good. 

I swallow, backing away to the door, briefly turning to look down at the dead bodyguards, then I turn and run for my fucking life. I hear Leon curse, probably just remembering that he forgot to ask where the vaccine sample is, and for some unknown reason I skid to a stop just outside the cabin, briefly shouting over my shoulder. "Check the toilet, you asshole." 

His chuckle follows me into the night, even when I'm sprinting through the darkened forest, wondering if he'll find me tomorrow night. I'll be ready though.