𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Bloody Interrogations| Smut| Request

AN: In this one Reader and Leon are already together even though it's not mentioned at first! 

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Leon crosses his arms as he leans casually against the wall, glaring at Marcus Mayfield, known bioterrorist and murderer of hundreds. I shake with rage, but unlike Leon I keep mine contained, letting it simmer and simmer as Leon continues to question the gruff man. Marcus still says nothing as he leans back in the creaky metal chair, handcuffs rattling against the table. We've been here for hours, and we're getting nowhere. Leon's getting tired and frustrated, he's playing good cop but it's not yielding results. I push myself away from the corner where I've been quietly observing this whole time, I notice Leon's eyes flicker in surprise for a second as I sit on the remaining chair, my eyes focused as I finally reach my breaking point. 

In a flash I reach over, my fist clenched as it breaks Marcus' nose. Leon shouts as Marcus yelps and flails, unable to stop the bleeding as he waves his chained hands about. Leon grabs my shoulder, but I shrug him off, giving him a cold stare. "I've got this." I warn. Leon's brows draw together at my coolness, he's hardly ever seen me at my worst, where I'm willing to break bones to get answers and hurt as much as I need do. I'll shed my humanity if it means keeping the public safe. "Tell me where the lab is." I demand to Marcus, who's whimpering. He shakes his head, swearing profanities at me as I stand and walk behind him. Leon watches, looking at me rather than Marcus as I let the man's fear build. 

"I ain't telling you shit, you and your whore-" 

I grab his shoulder, right where his pressure point is. I dig a thumb in deep enough to hurt, he yelps but keeps his mouth closed. My brow arches in amusement as I press more weight on it, slowly sweat builds on his face as I slowly hurt him more and more, he's red and ready to burst by the time I'm only halfway. 

"Y/N, we don't need to do it this way." Leon cuts in sounding nervous, but I shake my head without taking my eyes off of the murderer.

"No, it's fine. Give him time, he'll get used to it." I darkly tease, putting more pressure onto Marcus as he shouts and squeals. I smile, but Leon pales, looking concerned and ready to bolt. 

"It doesn't look like he's getting used to it, honey. We can come back another-"

"NO!" I shout, anger too high and desperation clawing at me. I release Marcus' shoulder, waiting until he relaxes before I slam my thumb back in, this time with everything I've got. The man screams, crying as he shakes his head, blood from his nose spurting over my skin. 

"I-It's in Oregon, n-near some m-mill! Please, l-let go!" He wails. I pat his head roughly, stepping back as he falls forwards, whimpering as he tries to grab his shoulder. When I look back up at Leon all I see is fear- maybe for me, or maybe for Marcus. It doesn't matter though, we've got what we needed. I stalk past Leon, opening the door and walking down the corridor now my day's work is complete. I'm sweaty after spending hours chasing Marcus then another few hours questioning him, I just need to turn my mind off. I hear Leon's rushed footsteps as he catches up to me, grabbing my arm to stop me as I slow and sigh. 

"What the hell was that back there?" Leon incredulously asks, shaking his head, but when I don't answer he lets out a long breath, face softening as he reaches up and cups my cheek, wiping some blood from my face. "Are you alright?" He murmurs. I nod, giving him a small fake smile as he watches me with a lingering sense of unease. He's not convinced, but he doesn't take it further, instead he links his fingers with mine and leads me out of the police station and home.

As soon as we get through the doors I feel the heaviness of the day drag me down. I'm silent as I stalk to the bathroom and switch on the shower. I undress quickly, leaving the bloodstained and smoke scented clothes on the floor as I step under the hot spray, Leon comes in not long after, when the bathroom's filled with steam and my skin's red raw. He curses, setting the shower to a cooler temperature as he watches me with pained eyes. I look at him back, unsure how to tell him how I don't feel like myself. I'm still full of rage and am barely able to keep my feet planted here, I'm fighting the need to go back to the police station and slice Marcus' throat. I can't say all that without Leon thinking I'm as bad as the criminals we catch, so instead I reach out and tug his shirt, pulling him into the shower with me even though he's still clothed. I wrap an arm around the back of his head as his hands find my bare waist, his lips are inches away, parted as if begging for me to taste them. 

"Make me forget how much I hate myself." I whisper, feeling tears mix with the water as I crash my lips to Leon's. He gasps, already hardening as I grip his hair and tug. He releases a groan, backing me up until I'm pressed against the wall. His fingers dig into my hips as I grind against him, silently begging for him to use me. 

"Please don't say that Y/N, just let me love you, flaws and all." He murmurs in reply, hands slowly moving down to my sex. I part my legs, pulling away from his mouth as he leans his forehead against mine. He watches my expressions intently as his fingers trace my soaked folds, water cascades down our faces as I pant and arch, shaking in anticipation as he finally slips his middle and ring fingers inside of me, I moan, the sound echoing around the shower as he swallows deeply and begins to move them, using a 'come here' motion as my legs tremble. Our breaths mix as he continues to watch me, eyes never leaving my face even when my eyelids flutter closed as I come. He leans forwards, peppering kisses all over my face so tenderly. "I would've done the same if I had the strength." 

I let out a small laugh as my fingers lift to unbutton his shirt, admiring how the cotton is plastered to his skin. "No you wouldn't have, but that doesn't matter. You're my good side, my light that grounds me in the darkness." I whisper, kissing down his chiselled chest as each button pops open. Leon's breathing hitches as I lower and lower, then finally my hands reach his belt. He must reach his breaking point because all of a sudden he's pulling me up, undressing the rest of his clothes before picking me up as though I weigh nothing and shoving me against the wall. My legs wrap around his waist as he eases his cock into me, it slides in easily as we both moan and writhe. I clench around him as the cool of the tiles mixes with the heat of Leon's body, creating a yin-yang of pleasure. 

"Don't underestimate me Y/N," Leon grounds out as he pulls out almost completely before thrusting back in harshly, I squeak at the shock, "I'd push my limits for you. I'd easily do what you did today if it meant protecting you." He pulls out, slamming back in again, the sound of our skin hitting like a echoing slap. "I'd kill for you, even if it meant getting more blood on my hands. I'd stain them just to have you by my side." Leon kisses my neck, biting and sucking as he twitches inside of me. "So don't hate yourself for being stronger than me," I whine at his words as I feel that coil in my stomach tighten, "because I love you so much for it." He whimpers, releasing inside of me as our eyes connect. The feel of his come filling me up sends me over the edge, crashing into the bliss where I don't have to think or feel. 

Our juices run out of me, spilling down my legs and down the drain as Leon sets me back onto my feet, holding me close as he tucks my wet hair behind my ear, then he leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead. "I love you too, Leon." I softly mumble. He nods, then grabs the soap as he washes me and my hair, after he gets to his knees and dries me in our fluffiest towel, before wrapping me up and carrying me bridal style to the bedroom, where he dresses me in one of his tees and tucks me into our bed. He follows, pulling me into his arms where I can rest in the crook of his neck, feeling loved and belonged to. My methods and ways may be dark and a contrast to Leon's, but he accepts that we're different sides of the same coin, not always aligned but still two halves of a whole.