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 physically 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 and scarlet blush forming on his face as he leans forward slowly, hesitantly, 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, folding his knees so he's on a seat and I'm 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 one of my cold piercings, 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 myself back into his mouth to explore.

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 grab onto the back of his hair, pulling him down towards me as I wrap an arm around his waist, collapsing his body onto mine. His face hovers 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 I'm on 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.

His eyes are glossy, he's breathless, and incredibly embarrassed ‐ even his ears are changing shade of pink. He clears his throat anxiously.

I look him up and down. I delicately press my hand against his rough stomach and faint abs, leading it down to his little 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 smile, sliding my fingers 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.