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Leon had been assigned to be your bodyguard, on account of threats to yourself and your family. You were the newly assigned president's twenty-four year old daughter, having just recently finished your studies, and about to embark on a trip around the world before the threats came in.
You acted as if everything were fine, and Leon couldn’t stand it; he saw how stubborn you were, how persistent. He couldn’t do a thing to keep you in line, all he could do was follow you around and make sure you were safe and sound, like he wished for you to be.
Leon, whilst indifferent at first, slowly began to grow fond of you, regardless of your stressful antics. He liked when he cracked a sarcastic joke that made you smile, or the blush that would appear on your cheeks when he got a little too close.
Presently, you sat on the private balcony of your safehouse, of which Leon heavily advised against, not that you were keen to listen. A fat joint sat between your fingertips as you took little puffs, the inhale and exhale deeply calming to your nerves.
You wouldn’t admit it, but you were nervous; trying to pretend everything was fine when it wasn't. Leon made you feel safer than you really were. He was your protector.
“Cannabis is a highly abused substance-”
“What are you? D.A.R.E? Leon, come on, have you never been high before?” you chuckled, turning your gaze to look at him with a raised brow. “We’re adults, it's legal. I don't care.”
He chuckled in return, “Whatever, I guess. Your lungs, not mine.”
You held it out to him, before retracting. “I guess they drug test you, don't they?”
“Sometimes.” He replied casually, leaving you to open up a bit more.
“Sucks for you.” You giggled, “Sorry.”
You could tell he was hyper vigilant, as calm as he seemed. His eyes scanned the landscape before you, watching carefully for any threats. Seeing him so tense reminded you of how much your safety was currently prioritised, and that put a little fear into you.
You ashed the joint, realising it was done as you put it out. “Can we– I mean–I'd like to go inside.”
Leon wasn’t a fool, he knew you were nervous, traumatised even. He could sense it in the way you looked at him like he was your only hope, your knight in shining armour. He saw in you a scared girl, a girl who needed him.
He had a hand on your lower back as he guided you inside, tensions ensuing as you turned to meet his eye, a deep affection swimming within them.
It was true you’d grown to have a little crush on your body guard, after all, he was so pretty it had to be natural, right? So attentive and…strong.
You wondered if he’d manhandle you, or–
Oh, stop it. What are you thinking? This is a purely professional relationship.
But no one made you feel the way he did.
Shivers went down your spine at the contact, his fingertips slowly slipping away as he sensed it. He couldn’t do anything about this, about the way you made him twitch in his pants, with your bratty ways and sweet smiles.
Good thing his heart wandered where his duty couldn’t reach…
“So, uh, what does Agent Leon Kennedy do for fun in his spare time, huh?” you suddenly spoke, turning to face him in the dim lighting of the living space.
“I like movies.” He smiled, a real, genuine smile. Hesitant at first, but it soon relaxed as you returned it.
“Wow, that makes so much sense.” You laughed, eyeing him up and down like a treat. “Anything else?”
Anything else that gets me a little closer to you?
He was reluctant, pausing a moment as he leaned back against the wall in a casual manner. “Bird watching.”
“That's cute.” the words came out of your mouth sooner than you could think, blushing as you confessed. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. It's not a…conventional hobby for me.” He spoke, brushing it off.
“No, I like it. It makes sense, somehow.” You took a breath, subconsciously stepping closer to him. “Are you excited for this all to end, to get back home and uh, bird watch?”
You seemed a little solemn as you suggested it, like you were trying to gouge his feelings on the matter. Not that you thought it mattered, yet you were curious nevertheless.
“I’m in no hurry.” He again casually replied, giving you a light smile that caused your heart to flutter. “Gotta keep you safe.”
“Thank you,” You said with a blush, sitting yourself on the arm of the couch which faced him. “For being here. With me– Well, I know it's just a job, but still; thanks.”
He rose off the wall, stepping towards you as he placed a hand on your shoulder, having almost placed it upon your cheek. “Sometimes, it's more than a job.”
What did he mean by that?
Before you could say anything, he mumbled a curse to himself, his eyes drifting to your lips as you gaze back up at him with the prettiest doe-y eyes he's ever seen. He seemed to hesitate, to pause before he abruptly pulled you up by the waist, causing you to gasp as he pressed his lips to yours in a kiss so deep and passionate you felt like you were on cloud nine.
Just as it deepened further, he pulled away, looking into your eyes with hesitance. “Fuck– sorry, i can’t help myself around you. I shouldn’t have–”
“No, I like it…”
You liked how he grabbed you, how he kissed you. You wanted more, more of him, all of it. You were addicted to his very presence, his air and the taste of his lips on yours.
“I was afraid of you saying that.” He sighed, with you still pressed up against his chest.
“I know you have a job to do, I understand that but–” You paused. “I can't help how I feel.”
“That was pretty obvious.” he chuckled at your transparency, resting his forehead against yours. “I can’t ignore my duty, though, what I came here for.”
“You came here for me, right? To keep me safe? Your duty is to me, then.” You made your point, shyly so.
“Yeah,” He nodded, “And what would keep the princess happy?”
There were so many things you could say, hell– you wanted to bounce on it, to pounce on him like a cat, the dirtiest of things one could imagine is what you wanted most.
And that sweet pet name pulled on your heartstrings, causing you to blush as you spoke your most vulnerable words. “You. I mean– I want you.”
“I’m right here.” he replied in a most teasing manner.
“You know what I mean– don't make me say it, Leon."
“Say it.” He spoke so firm that his words shot straight to your core.
“Ravish me, for all I care. God, I just want you to wreck me…” lust swam in your eyes as you gazed back into his, clinging to him for dear life. “I know you heard me last night, didn’t you hear me moan?”
He’d heard you, the door just a tad bit open as he walked by, you knuckles deep in your cunt as helpless moans fell from your lips. God– he knew you did that just to get his attention. He's still not sure how he resisted.
“You’re such a brat…” He mumbled, lips inching closer to yours once more. “Had to go fist myself after I saw you. Should’ve just fucked you then and there.”
“You were more of a gentleman than I gave you credit for.” You blushed.
He connected your lips without a second thought, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your waist as he pressed you into him–well, more than you already were. You brushed your fingertips through his hair, pulling his face closer than possible as you melted into the embrace.
Slowly, without breaking the kiss, did he guide you backwards into your adjoined room. He laid you on the bed, lips still on yours as his fingertips then slowly lifted up your shirt.
He revealed your breasts, his rough large hands giving one a squeeze as you moaned into his mouth. He pulled back, causing you to whine at the loss of contact before he suddenly pressed kisses down your neck, to your chest…it was heavenly.
He captured your nipple between his lips, sucking the sensitive bud as his free hand played with the other. You whimpered at the sensations, at the way your nerves lit up like you were on fire in the best way possible.
After he had his fun, he dragged his lips downwards, all the way to the hem of your short flowy skirt, using his teeth to rip it off as you gasped. As the tattered fabric fell to the ground, it revealed your wet, needy cunt; bare and ready for him.
“No panties, huh?” He shook his head with a ‘tsk’ sound.
“I had hoped you’d notice…”
He chuckled, before beginning to press kisses to your inner thighs. You let out a heavenly, pleasurable sigh as he neared where you desired him most.
He pressed his lips to your clit, like a ghost of a kiss before he took it between his lips and began to suck. You cried out, feeling two fingers probe your hole before slowly sinking in with ease due to how wet you were found to be.
Slowly, with precision, he began to pump those in and out whilst simultaneously feverishly feasting on your cunt, sucking and licking up all that he could. You moaned and squirmed beneath his touch, crying out his name with ecstasy in your mind.
You came with a cry, the tidal waves of pleasure rushing over you as it shook you to your core.
He pulled back, looking up at you with a smile on his face, your juices running down his chin as he licked them all up. It was a sight that made you clench around nothing.
He rose to his feet, overtowering your smaller frame as you looked up at him with a gaze that spoke to his heart. He had you wrapped around his finger, he could do whatever he wanted to you and you’d simply cry for more.
You watched as he undid his belt, his pants dropping to the floor as he slid out of his boxers. He was huge, bigger than anything you’d ever handled, anyway. He was veiny and fat, not to mention long.
You were practically drooling as he centred himself between your legs, spreading them apart with ease as you let him do so. He gripped your thighs, his head aligned with your hole as you whimpered.
“I’ll talk you through it, baby,” His voice was so firm, so soft as he reassured you. “You can take it, right?”
You nodded eagerly, breathing hitched as you felt his head push in. The stretch was divine, a sigh leaving your lips as he sunk inside your wet cunt.
“Thats it, taking it so well, huh?” He breathed, “God– you feel good, sweetheart.”
Your walls gripped him tight, sinking him in further as you both moaned at the sensation. Your cunt was so velvet soft and plush, wet enough to accommodate his large size as you adjusted to every curve and vein on him.
“Gonna– fuck– gonna start thrusting, m’kay?”
“Please…” You begged, feeling like the wind was knocked out of you.
He pulled out, before slowly thrusting back in, a grunt falling from his lips as he picked up a steady pace. “That's my girl, good girl…”
You clenched around him at the praise, inciting a moan from him as his cock dragged along your walls. He proved to be a vocal lover, and you adored it more than anything.
He threw your legs over his shoulders, causing him to sink deeper inside your cunt as you moaned at how his head dug deep into your sweet spot, a newfound curvature to his thrusts as you gripped the sheets below in a fit of pleasure.
“Oh…” You moaned, “Oh, leon…”
He liked how his name sounded on your lips, how you writhed and moaned because of him. Made him feel…loved.
“That’s it, baby, say my name.”
He bent forward so that your knees were against your chest now, still draped over his shoulders as he pressed a deep kiss to your lips, rutting into you continuously.
He reached places inside of you that, hell, you didn't even know existed. You practically screamed, the head of his cock pounding into your sweetspot as he kissed along your cheeks and neck.
He began to whimper more as his thrusts became unsteady, harder and faster. His grunts turning into moans, his brow furrowing so prettily– he was close, and god so were you.
“Cum with me, leon, please, please–” You begged with a cry, your head being thrown back as he continued to pound you into next month.
You felt so soft, so warm and wet he was drowning in pleasure. He nodded, mumbling various praises to you as his hips shook; a warm stream filling you up as the fireworks of pleasure went off inside of you, shaking you to your very core as you screamed for him, feeling your cum squirt out of you like a waterfall as he hit your sweet spot unrelentingly.
As his movements came to a calm, you both made an attempt to catch your breaths, panting. He patted your thigh, raising himself off of you so that you could lay comfortably, your legs falling into place as you sighed with contentment.
“Fuck,” he swore, falling next to you on the bed. “You look pretty when you come.”
You laughed, snuggling into him as he pressed a kiss to your temples. “And I didn't expect you to be so…loud. I loved it.”
He chuckled in response. “I'll make a note for next time.”
You perked up, “Next time?”
“I’m not the type of guy to just abandon you after sex, obviously.” He spoke so casually, a smile on his lips as he gazed into your eyes.
“No, I know, I just– I'm glad you want to stay with me. I really like you, Leon.”
“Oh, I could tell.” He teased, erupting a light laugh out of you. “I like you too, princess.”
And there you continued to lay, in each other's embrace as threats of the world seemed to fade away. You could only hope that when the threats ended, you and Leon wouldn’t succumb with them…