Love From The Other Side ☆ Leon S Kennedy X Reader

23.5 ☆ NSFW !! Can be skipped :3

I glance up at him nervously, a deep, salmon blush enveloping my cheeks and ears. I open my mouth to speak, before closing it again in defeat. I gulp. What have I gotten myself into?

"Leon... I'm saying, I... wouldn't mind." I mumble, brushing a strand of hair out of my eye. His crystal blue eyes widen in shock, his jaw dropping open.

"What? Really?" He gasps, hesitantly reaching his hand out and cupping my cheek. He gazes down at me with a soft expression, a small grin forming on his lips as he leans forward slowly, giving me time to think about my options.

I, on the other hand, press my body into his. I lean on him, pushing him into the wall as my legs stay either side of him. I sit down cautiously on his lap, straddling him and bringing my hands to his cheeks. He blushes even deeper, glowing red like a traffic light.

I tilt my head, gently pushing my lips against his. I feel his lips against my cold piercing, and we pull away rather quickly. I immediately go back in for another kiss, grabbing his jaw and parting his lips with ease.

"How far do you..." He mumbles.

"Shh... as far as you want. Just let me know if it's too much." I grin, slipping back into his mouth.

He lets free a small whimper-gasp, grabbing onto my bare hips and pulling me closer. I lean down to feel him, but I can only feel his bulletproof vest. I huff, trying to undo the straps. There's multiple.

After undoing them with shaky fingers and pulling it off, I press my fingers against the warm, slightly soggy fabric of his shirt. He leans forward, carefully gripping onto my thighs and spreading my legs outwards. He gulps, his hands trembling. He disconnects his mouth from mine and opens it to presumably double check I'm okay, but decides against it as he's just asked.

He cautiously lowers me against the cold, hard train floor with his chest, keeping his hands on my thighs. He climbs above me, using his own legs to keep mine spread. He slides his knee to press up against the middle of my groin, earning a small 'oof' from me as he holds it there and leans over me.

I slide my hands to his cheeks, pulling him down towards me. I wrap an arm around his waist, collapsing his body onto mine. I bring his face to hover above mine, raising an eyebrow expectantly. He mumbles a small curse, before diving straight into the kiss himself.

He tangles one of his hands into my hair, the other squeezing my waist as our lips connect once again. He grunts, tilting his head and practically fighting my tongue with his; I force my body upwards, rolling us over and seizing position above him.

His legs are propped up ever so slightly, and I let my ass press into his thighs as I arch like a back-cracker machine to reach him. My hands wander down to the fabric of his shirt, and he whimpers nervously as I unbutton it and tug it upwards. I slowly raise it, parting our lips to pull it off completely. I lean back, analysing his body.

He blushes a deeper red, even his ears changing shade. He clears his throat anxiously.

I look him up and down. I gently press my hand against his rough stomach and faint abs, leading it down to his tiny pouch and happy trail, which is ever so slightly darker than the hair on his head.

"A-ah, careful..." He mutters, shakily. He leans his head back against the floor, a soft noise escaping from his throat. "That's... sensitive... be gentle."

I chuckle, sliding my hand down the centre of his pants. I come into contact with an already partially-hard bulge, resulting in yet another sharp grunt and cuss from him. Out of embarrassment, he covers his face with his hands for a moment.

I decide not to send him into the deep end yet, instead pressing against him and kissing him again, practically eating his face off with my mouth. He responds to that a little more composed, wrapping his arms around me and enveloping one hand against my butt.

He groans, sliding his hand up my back, grabbing onto my bra and digging his stumpy nails into my skin. His other hand slides down, his fingers sliding into my pants and pressing into my underwear before entering and caressing my skin. I gasp, my eyes widening. I speak against his lips.

"I haven't had time to-"

"-I'm not a child, sweetheart."

I relax slightly at his statement, a small grin forming as I lean forward again. He pulls me closer, his erection pressing directly into the middle of my pants. I blush in response, bucking my hips subconsciously. A loud, gutteral groan suddenly emerges from him as it caught him completely off guard. He cusses under his breath, letting free a little whimper.

I unbutton his pants, sliding them down to his ankles before he kicks them off himself.

"We shouldn't really be doing this here..." He whispers, slowly moving his hand to nervously cover his throbbing cock. He's blushing intensely.

I take hold of his hand, moving it away to keep my view. It's practically etching to come out, his bulge straining his boxer shorts.

"Can I..?" I glance up to him nodding his head vigorously. I chuckle at his enthusiasm, pulling them down just enough. Without hesitation, I press my lips against the soggy pre-cum on his tip, earning a loud, rumbling groan to slip out of his throat.

My mouth works it's friction magic, my hands gripping at his hips as I do. He brings his hand down to grip my hair, his teeth gritting and muffling the noises he's making.

He's practically melting into a puddle under my rough movements, and he's struggling to react as his mind is blank, by the looks of it. I, on the other hand, have only one thing on my mind. Do NOT fuck up the swallow.... but it's so gross!

"F-fuck, Y/N, I'm sorry, I can't last... ngh... much longer... I-I'm not... good... ngh... at this..." He closes his eyes tightly, beads of sweat trickling down his body all over. His mouth suddenly opens widely, a loud, long moan erupting from his gut. His legs relax and fall flat onto the floor.

As he finishes, I confidently catch the warm substance in my mouth before gagging at the taste and texture. I cough it out all over him, flushing a deep shade of red before covering my face in embarrassment.

He laughs tiredly at my failure, ruffling my hair. "It's alright... damn, I'm, uh... sorry. That didn't last long at all." He scratches the back of his head nervously.

I lean over, attempting to wipe his body clean of ejaculation. "It's fine, but I don't think we should be doing this here, anyway. Especially with Claire and Sherry somewhere around..."

"You're right... But you're just so beautiful." He groans, sliding his hand over his own body. "How the hell do I clean myself, though?"

Oh.

"I could've used perfume as a surface cleaner, but my bag is back at the police station. And God, I miss my jacket." I sigh.