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kimmi-iii

1 year ago

I'm a sucker for bully Leon

Wicked Game

Bully!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dirty talk, bully Leon (he's nicer in this one), perv Leon, bratty reader, bullying (obviously), begging, oral (f) mention, slight dub-con (reader is secretly into it), cheating, leon gets drunk hes REALLY thristy in this one

“No fucking way.” Leon’s smirk stretched his lips into a full blown grin when he spotted you. You had been avoiding him. So why are you back at the bar, princess?

Title from the song Wicked Game by Chris Isaak (*totally reccomend listening to the song here)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 of the Topless series

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“No fucking way.”

Leon’s smirk stretched his lips into a full blown grin when he spotted you. The crowd was unusually dense on the dark little dance floor of the bar. You were a smart cookie that’s for sure, going private on social media, springing out of your seat as soon as the professor said class dismissed. Leon was starting to get the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there were some hard feelings about what happened in the bathroom stall. You never stepped foot back in that club in fact, you left without a word. Not the only thing you left without that night. Besides your dignity, you forgot something else too. He fished his wallet out of his pocket, fingers slowly curled around the little plastic card wedged between his daddy’s credit card and an XL condom he was never going to use.

Your ID card. He’d got it from the bartender, who figured you'd be missing it eventually, with the promise to return it to you. It'd be so so tedious to have to go about replacing it. Stuck in dmv hell, waiting in line for hours? Bummer. Your face Leon imagined when you had realized it was missing, ugh, he’d pay real money just to get a picture of it.. All wide eyed, panicked. Just how he liked you. He could pop a boner just from that. That and maybe a picture of your tits.

And now here you stand, in this smaller, shittier bar halfway across town. That old club was pretentious anyway, too close to campus so it was usually brimming with college kids. But not this bar. This was a locals bar, with grumpy middle aged regulars who came in at 10 am. Bikers and golf dads coexisted in harmony here. The barkeep was also the owner, he’d offer you free popcorn if you got too drunk.

The music from the dancefloor drifted to Leon’s barstool. The crowd of bodies surged and blew hot air. There was a jukebox, pool tables, darts, a coke shelf in the bathroom. It was great. Leon sat on a barstool, four asses down from a rowdy group of middle aged men. They raised their double shots of tequila in the air. One for a finalized divorce and another for scoring a new (albeit younger) girlfriend soon after said divorce. Leon snickered, lifting his empty cup with them. They tossed back liquid gold as Girl, You’ll be a Woman Soon kicked on to the jukebox. Sucking on limes they whooped and cheered.

Leon didn’t have to look to see where their eyes had drifted. Your hips knew the song before you did, oblivious to the heavy stares. Leon’s fist squeezed his sweating glass. He wanted to grab those hips while you were on top of him, help you ride his cock like a goddamn mechanical bull, sweat pouring down the back of your thighs, screaming his-

“Care for some popcorn, son? It’s on the house.”

Leon is already pushing his stack of empty glasses away, cutting through the crowd like a hunter’s machete in a jungle. That jungle being broads old enough to be his mother, and mothers hot enough they could make him a daddy. His pulse was pounding slow and hard in his ears. He was a man on a mission, stumbling through the crowd. Brain running half a thought and a whole lot of alcohol. Leon was going to ruin your night. Again.

He adjusted his already half chubbed cock in his pants,lurked in the crowd. He saw a double of you, shaking your ass with your arms thrown over your head. Moving to the music, while some guy behind you had his hands on your waist. Standing there like a jackass with a stiffy against your back, practically moaning into your hair from the way you rolled your hips. What a loser, Leon scoffed as he shouldered the poor sap aside and did the exact same thing. You didn’t even notice the switch as the next contestant stepped up, his large hands snaked around to grip fat of your hips. Pushing you around like warm wet clay, moving you with the music with his own hips. Dancing you on him, how you wanted to be danced with. Stupid thing you are probably wondering for a half second how the mystery guy behind you could step away and come back a second later with the balls to actually dance with you. Leon wanted to laugh, but then the jig would be over all too soon.

You felt the absence of the man panting like a dog into your hair instantly, replaced with self assured hands. They pulled you back with ease into a wall of plush muscle, You fit together like puzzle pieces. The thickening cock against your lower back, the smell of the leather jacket and cologne the man wore made you groan. You thought he was hard before, it felt thicker, longer against the curve of your ass. But somehow softer? Was there an opposite of a grower you didn’t know about, small when hard, hung when soft. The room was dark, but you danced with your eyes closed because it made your drunk head spin in the best way.

It felt good, especially after the hell you went through all week. The world had swallowed up your ID, and couldn't find it anywhere. Then your vibrator died, never to bzztt! again. You laid her to rest in a shoe box under your bed. Nearly gave yourself a carpal tunnel to pick up her slack. And last but not least, you swear that prick’s jizz made your face breakout.

Leon could see your previous dance partner giving him stink eye, but he could care less.You lolled your head against his shoulder while he manipulated your body like a dolly. Slowly swaying, leading your oblivious drunk ass around, his hands slid around your body. Wrapping you up in big arms, you had let out a string of heavier breaths, hooking your hand over the back of his neck to play with the fine hair there.

“Guess who...” he whispered, disguising his voice in a deeper timbre..

Your eyes fluttered open, his fingers dragging up your ribs. Cupping your breasts. His thumbs smoothed over your hard nipples, they already were pebbled inside your dress. You whined softly, smelling the alcohol on the man’s breath. He yanked your hips back, flush against him.

“...princess.”

…wait, what? Your eyes shot open, you may have pulled a muscle with how fast your head whipped around. Your bully, you were face to face with who you’d been grinding up on the entire time. You didn’t know if the divorced dad rock playing in the background made it more mortifying or not. Leon didn’t let go of you, he grinned like a madman, you gave him the exact reaction he wanted. You tried to jump away, you’d never live it down. Humiliation burned in your skin, Leon snorted a laugh. “Guess you didn’t know it was me, did you?”

“Eewwww!” you squealed like a pig, your face screwing up tight. Ah there it was, mhm, good mood ruined. Leon groaned under his breath. You smacked his arm hard as he giggled when he had made you cringe. “You were totally grinding on me!”

“Ewww! You were totally liking it. Dancing with a guy you didn’t even know. getting all hot and bothered, tch.” Leon mimicked back at you, still mechanically pushing your hips to get them to give him what he wanted. Like you were a jammed vending machine. Hell no.”I think you wanted me to keep going? You seemed to like these hands on your hips a second ago.”

“Oh, shut up.” you gripped his hands to pry his fingers off, with a scowl. “Says the coward who couldn’t just ask me to dance, do you even know the word ‘please’?”

Leon pouted as you managed to slip away from him, he had sworn he just had you in his grip and suddenly you were a foot away from him trying to dance on your own again. His head felt slower on the uptake than usual, blinking at the empty space between his fingers where you had once been, wondering how you teleported.

Oh. Oh. hello vodka, old friend, where ya been? Leon felt vodka rear back a fist and pop him in the head. He was drunk. Drunk, drunk.

“What’s the big deal? I got you to dance with me didn't I? But if you want straightforward, I can do that.” he stepped up behind you again, crowding into your personal space. Leon threw an arm around you dragging you back by your hips, tucking you under his heavy arm. His body heat radiated through his clothes. You could feel him grab a handful of your ass to slot your leg between his. Puzzle pieces once again. His soft cock was heavy against your thigh, but he ground it against you anyway. And true to his word, he definitely wasn’t being subtle about the way he groaned into your neck. “You know what this song is about right? And you’re just dancing away, while all these old fucks look at you.”

He squeezed your ass cheek. “S’like the song is talking about you, princess. You’ll be a woman soon, you’ll need a man.” he sounded ridiculous, this whole citation was ridiculous. Your nose scrunching up at your bully. You were getting second hand embarrassment, but Leon didn’t seem to care, in fact he kept going. Even with your own breath perfumed with coconut rum, even you weren't that drunk to find this appealing. His groping hands move your body to the sweet notes of the guitar. Leon moved his hand to yours, in his head he imagined you two locked in a steamy tango, faces inches apart. Your leg hiked over his, with a rose between his teeth. But reality was much less steamy and a lot more like everyone was beginning to stare and murmur. Your eyes darted around, your lips in a tight line. You could probably try batting an SOS with your eyelashes in morse code, Now was it dot dot dash? Or maybe 3 dashes, and 6 dots? No no, it was definitely dot dot dot. Then dash-

“I wanna eat that wet little pussy so bad.”

Leon’s forehead pressed into yours, he all but groaned into your mouth. Looking at you through his heavy lashes, blue eyes glassy and sparkling. Not a trace of decorum. You wanted to laugh in his face, you wanted to scoff, smack him, roll your eyes. But something in the pit of your stomach lurched when you saw how serious he looked. With some sick twist in your gut you raised your eyebrows at his horny confession. A sly smile spread over your face.

Time for a little payback?

You searched his eyes quietly with mock interest. He looked so serious, as if he had said it with his whole chest. You gave him nothing in return. No reaction, no wide eyes, and Leon actually whines. His grumpy eyebrows furrowed, crease deepening between them. Was he pouting? Because you weren't saying anything. It sent a surge of heat between your folds. His eyes dropped to his thick thigh between yours, then back up to your face. “I just felt your pussy throb.”

He dove in like a man starved, grabbing the back of your head and pressing heated kisses to your neck. Sucking harshly at the sensitive spot just below your ear. Nipping it with his teeth. Your nerves suddenly prickled with a sharp inhale. “O-oh my god,” you groaned nervously, panic setting in. Leon’s arms squeeze you tighter, before you could even begin to push him away “You are so drunk.”

“I am so drunk.” he mimicked you again, with a slight snarl, his breathing spiking into heavier breaths. His fingers twisted into the fabric of your dress. Tongue swirling against the column of your throat til you were sure he was leaving marks. “And so horny.” he said between rough kisses. You swallowed hard as you felt him break tiny capillaries beneath your skin. His free hand squeezed your breast. Completely different from the soft brush of his fingers earlier. You squeaked in surprise. “Just know that little cunt is wet for me, bet you taste so good. Wanna taste it.”

Leon didn’t seem to care about the sea of people around you two in earshot, dancing around you. His husky voice rumbling in his chest, and against yours. Kneading your boob, weighing it in his hand and groping it. “Jeez, you're even drunker than I thought.”

“Please,” he breathed out, “ I want it so bad, princess.” he tucked his nose into your neck and inhaled your perfume like a bump of coke. Your bully was begging…to eat your pussy. Your mouth went dry. Leon was just so horny and handsy your goosebumps raced over your skin, sobering you. The song had ended.

“Let’s just calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down.” He whispered, in a harsh tone. Lust dripping from his pores like sweat. “You wanted straightforward right? Said I was a coward. Well, here I am, even said please. I’ll say it again too, Please, let me bury my face in your cunt.”

You felt shaken up, and frazzled. Mouth gaping open and closed like a carp. You forced out a laugh, “oho, you are going to feel so silly when you wake up tomorrow and remember this.” you felt like your throat was closing up around a piece of unchewed food. Your cheeks burning hotter and hotter, eyes flitting around the bar. Leon could feel your heart pound against his chest, he wanted to hike your dress up and sloppily make out with your cunt right then and there. To take you apart on his tongue right here on this dancefloor.

He didn’t even feel the strange looks they were getting. He was so drunk, he was practically drooling and babbling into your skin, spit dripping down his chin. “Mmh, I’m gonna want to eat that cute pussy out tomorrow morning too. I want to wake up with my face buried between those thighs.”

“Um, what? Leon-”

“You heard what I said.” He was leaning his weight into you, putting uncomfortable pressure on your lower back. Your core muscles trembled under the strain of having to hold him and yourself up. He rubbed his face against your collar bone, burying it in between your breasts. Your pussy was throbbing with how much she wanted attention, slit dragging against the rough material of his jeans. Your clit getting more friction then before. He humped your leg like a dog in heat. You whimpered a moan. You noticed his cock was still soft. “Don’t act like you didn’t hear how much I want to eat your pussy til you cry.”

Who was this man and what has he done with the Leon you knew?

“Want that sweet cunt waiting for me in my bed, waiting for me to kiss her all over. Wanna make you feel so good. You can sit on my face, ride my nose, grind that clit on my tongue. Wrap your legs around my head so I can’t get away, fuck- anything, please.”

You were starting to think now was the time to call him a cab. Despite the ache in your swollen bud, and the fact he was about to make you cum on his leg, he was slurring his words, hips rocking. Acting like he was pussydrunk before even getting a taste. His pupils were blown wide with a dark hunger. Leon’s large hands squeezed your hips firm enough you’d find ten tiny bruises later.

“Woah, woah Leon.” payback be damned, you're not a monster. You pushed against his chest slightly and he bucked his hips, “Look, we’ve haven’t even had s-sex before, let’s, uh, let’s just head back to the dorm. Maybe get you some water, mmh- you want, uh popcorn? I can get you some popcorn?”

“Yet. We haven't had sex yet, princess. But I know you want to. I saw the way you stared at my cock before.” He crowded into your space further, somehow. But his hands began to stroke your hips where he had dug his fingers in. Soothing the welts, his tone turning softer, like he was trying to not be so rough.

You’d never seen your bully act like this before. Or anyone for that matter. Well, expect that one time your friend went a little overboard and started crying about how pets can’t communicate to their owners. Because, what if they had a tummy ache or a headache?? How would you even know? You wouldn’t. Poor thing, they’d just be sitting there with a migraine listening to your screechy baby talk, boohoo.

“Let me tell you what we're gonna do. We're gonna go back to my place, and you're gonna blow me.” Leon said with a frustrated huff. You swallowed a lump in your throat, nails digging into his pecs. It’s like he could read your mind from back them, how you had wanted him to slide home into your mouth, feel the weight of him stretch your jaw open. To feel him dump his cum down your throat.

“Leon, you’re too drunk to even get it up right now, for starters.” you pinched the bridge of your nose, taking a staggering step back. Your hips stuttering, orgasm bubbling up. It felt like he was going to snap your spine under his dead weight. His rubbing was right on that swollen bud, you were going to cum right here, nope- You grunted as your lower back pinched, giving him a hard shove. Patience growing thin. If there was one thing you hated was having to take care of drunk, handsy men.

“You’ll just have to work your mouth on me a little bit, I’ll get it up.” he nodded decidedly, like he had it all figured out. Doing the math in his head. Finally standing on his own and away from you just in the nick of time. Fingers curling at his sides as if he was resisting the urge to grab you again. He looked deep in thought, he had been feeling his cock fail to get past half mast for the last twelve songs. “Okay, maybe I can’t get it up right now, but my mouth still works.”

You rubbed your temples at his one track mind. He was thinking with his dick, and even his second head wasn’t working properly. “Oh don’t worry, Leon, I’ve definitely noticed that your mouth still works.” you snapped, your eyes giving him a pointed just shut up look. You hooked your hand around his bicep, “come on, whiskey dick.” you grumbled, tugging him away from the dancefloor. You couldn’t stand the weird looks you were getting from the dancers around you. You ducked your head, shielding your face with your hand. Leon on the other hand, had a big dopey grin on his face, letting you drag him away, prodding you in the side, tickling you.

“Mmm, you like that I’m not shutting up about it.” he tease, Leon was nothing if not a whore for attention. He two finger saluted the crowd, throwing up a ‘call me’ hand sign to the woman by the dj who was old enough to be his grandma. The eyes on him made his cock attempt to fill out, twitching in his jeans..* You lead him to the empty part of bar where the pool tables and little arcade was, far away from the crowd. The machines beep and played little electronic jingles.

You parked his ass near a pool table, “sit. Wait here, okay?” His eyebrows raised, but he sat down on the lip of the table. Leon felt the table immediately tetter and sag under his bulk. You yanked a handful of darts from a board against the wall. You carefully press them into his grasp with a challenge. “Here. Bet you can’t get a bullseye.”

It was like something clicked in his brain, a cocky smirk back on his lips. “I won’t miss.” God, it was like distracting a dog with treats while it got a shot at the vet. Leon lined up the first dart, for a moment. He turned and looked at you before he threw the dart without a glance at the board. Bullseye. The way your eyes bulged he didn’t even need to check. Leon knew. He took the second. Bullseye again.

“I think you forgot to struggle there, bud.” you gave him a suspicious look, “You’re surprisingly accurate for someone who's supposed to be drunk out of his mind right now.”

“What can I say? Guess I’m just naturally skilled.” he threw another dart. Bullseye again. You tapped your high heel on the ground irritably. He lined up the final dart, making a big show of pretending he was going to throw it. He pulled his hand back, and-

“I'll let you hit if you make this one.”

The dart lands with a thunk! Off center, not exactly a bullseye. Leon’s shoulders sag, blinking at his mistake. You watch his expression morph into a sour look, he crosses to the dart board, squint at the missed bullseye. Missed by a hair. He yanks the darts out of the board one by one, grumbling. You take his seat on the pool table green.

“Aw, someone looks disappointed.” you cross your legs, using a baby voice to mock him.

Leon cracks a smile, he actually laughs at your teasing him. You look a little relieved, your distraction seemed to have helped him a little. His eyes aren't dark with lust, and he hasn’t said the word pussy in at least fifteen minutes.

“Wanna know something funny? I’m actually drunker than I was ten minutes ago.” he says proudly, like he’d accomplished something just by getting more smashed.

“You know what else is funny? I’m not even buzzed, you cupped your hand around your mouth, pretending to wave at the bartender. ”I think, whiskey dick over here needs some water.”

“Water isn’t any fun.” Leon smiles, he leaned down, putting both hands on either side of you on the pool table. Boxing you in. He was nearly straddling your legs. “I know just what you need though, what you deserve,” You can feel your heart skip a beat, his tone wipes that look off your face. He grabs your chin, tilting your head up. “Is that cute little pussy eaten out til you cry.”

“Are you always this eager to eat pussy?” you shrink away, an uneasy laugh, trying to sound casual. You shift back slightly on the pool table green, your hand smacking one of the balls into a cluster of them. Making solid clicking noises behind you as they collided with each other. Leon laughs, tone turning to his usual cocky lilt.

“I can’t believe you just moved my balls like that.” he cocked an eyebrow, dripping with insinuation.

You snort an unexpected laugh, darting your face away to cover the real laugh that just left your mouth. Your shoulder bouncing with repressed giggles. “Oh, oops, m’sorry.” you swing your legs gently as they hang off the table. “Not like you were gonna use them anyway.”

“Ouch.” he ducked his head to one of the marks he had sucked onto your neck, that you'll probably be mad about later. He nibbles into your sensitive skin. Your shoulders hike up by your ears.

“That tickles-” you gasp out, your warm cheeks say otherwise. Leon pulled back, eyes locked onto yours before he takes a chance, going in for a kiss. He seems to hesitate between chaste and real kiss at first. Before he’s putting his weight into it, his eyes slipping closed. His hand cups the back of your head, thumb running over the apple of your cheek. Your back is straight as an arrow, his lips are surprisingly soft, plush. Leon tastes like cigarettes, your mouth goes slack. The first time he’d kissed you, he had his hand around your throat. This felt different.

Leon felt it too, because he retreated slowly, like he didn’t really want to stop. He cleared his throat, straightening up and away from you.

“I didn’t think I had it in me to kiss that softly, definitely have never done that before.” he rubbed the back of his neck. Looking confused at himself, His blue eyes flitted back to you like he wanted to lean in and do it all over again. Meanwhile you felt like you were being waterboarded. You gasped, eyes going wide in a completely delayed response.

“W-well never do it again.” you hopped off the pool table, smacking your cheeks. Trying to get some sense in your brain, it felt like your heart was hammering in your chest. You swipe at your mouth with the back of your hand. “I think it’s time for me to go home.”

Leon’s small smile drops, his brows knit together. That softer side of him snapping closed like a clam. He recovered with a defensive scoff, he didn’t think after all you two had done a little kiss would be such a big deal. It was a huge deal He stamped down the part of himself that felt slightly hurt down deep. Leon crossed his arms, “it was just a little kiss, don’t be stupid. It’s not like I’m getting you pregnant, princess.”

“I have a boyfriend.”

He got that look back in his eyes when he heard that. That look he gave when he wanted to bully you, that look that meant you arent going anywhere. He wasn’t done with you yet. Leon grabbed your arm. “Your boyfriend isn’t here, and I don’t see why a stupid little kiss should would set you off like this.” he heaved a sigh, sounding annoyed. His grip on your wrist was surprisingly gentle for someone usually so rough. Leon didn’t yank or tug. He just held it. “Please, don’t leave.”

There it was again. The p-word. You’d never heard him say it until today. Until you’d brought it up earlier. You felt your heart was being quartered and drawn. You took your arm back.

“I know you like to bully me, and make fun of me or whatever it is you do. But this,” you made a vague gesture, voice level. You wrung your hands, looking at the floor. “This is going too far, okay? I’m not here to kiss you or hang out or any of that other stuff. You're my bully, for god’s sake, and i have a boyfriend-”

“Do you always have to be so dramatic?” Leon shut you down, rolling his eyes. “One stupid little kiss and now you can’t even look me in the eye? That's really some bullshit, you know that?” He ran his hair through his hair, hissing out a breath. Maybe he was drunk, maybe that's why the next words out of his mouth were something you’d never expect him to say. “Look, okay, I'm sorry…for kissing you. I got carried away.'' He didn’t even mention the other times he got ‘carried away’ like the club bathroom…and the hallway…and the first day of the semester… it sounded like pulling teeth, like he wasn’t actually sorry for all the trouble he caused. You could hear the attitude in it. It only sounded like he meant half of it. He sounded like a child.``now are you gonna hang out with me or are you gonna leave?”

You turn to walk away, only making it to the bar before he’s calling after you. But he barks a laugh, chasing after you like always. He whines,“Where ya goin’ princess?”

“Home. I don’t want to hang out with you. I just want to go home.”

“We literally live in the same dorm building, you realize that right?” he snorted, “even if you leave now, I’m going the same way home.”

“You sound like a creep, I’ll have you know.”

“Come on, after that great kiss, I think you ought to buy me a drink.”

“I think you’ve had enough.” you shoot back, god your feet were killing you, the strappy high heels digging into your ankles. Leon scoops you up under the armpits, dumping you on a barstool and sliding into the one next to you with a look of triumph. It’s only when you're off your feet the pain really sets in, your toes are pinches, a blister brewing. Your arch feels stiff as a cadaver. Leon orders you a drink, and you reach down to check the damage.

He grabs your ankle, propping your foot up on knee. You hiss, even though he was being uncharacteristically gentle, it’s a little jarring. “Watch it! Jeez, what are you a caveman?” He ignores you in favor of popping your shoe off your foot, setting your pump neatly down on the ground. WHile he pulls your foot into his lap, his fingers and thumbs working to take the soreness out of your foot. Leon is staring at your face the entire time.

It’s almost unfair how good it feels. Your eyes ping pong from the floor, to your foot in his hands, his face, your new drink on the bar top. You rest your chin on your palm, leaning resigned on the bar top.

“So…I noticed you’ve hardly been calling me princess all night. What’s up with that?” you laugh but the words fall flat.

“Are you complaining? Do you want me to call you princess again or something?” he chuckled softly. He ran the heel of his hand up and down the arch of your foot. His hands were so warm. “I mean, you can always just call me daddy from now on, ill allow it.”

You scrunched up your nose. “Gross, absolutely not…” had you said that too defensively? Nah the daddy thing was not your cup of tea…unless? No, no! get it together, girl. “You know what I meant.”

“I know, I know, I’m just messing with you, princess.”

You sip meekly at your sweating glass of vodka cranberry. These are probably what got Leon so drunk earlier, they tasted like pure candy. You turned your face away as he said the nickname. Leon caught the hint of a smile on your lips. He lifted your other foot now, pulling it off slow. “Why do girls wear these things anyway? Just like the way your legs look in them or?”

“They're just shoes, Leon.” You bit your lip as he dug his thumbs into the sole of your other foot. Letting out a little breath of relief.

“Mhm, I know they're just shoes, princess. I was just saying, don’t they feel better off?”

He tucks your second shoe with its sister and works hard at the tension in that problem area. You were seeing a lot of sides of Leon tonight. It was like he’d flipped off the bully part of his brain and somehow decided to care about your comfort. Even your boyfriend didn’t do this for you and Leon was here doing it in public at a bar. “Uh huh, I think they're going back to the store after tonight, I think I got the wrong size or something. I need to return a few things to the mall anyway.” you mentioned off handedly, the sweet vodka and cranberry washing easy over your tongue. You started to roll and stretch the ankle in Leon’s lap. He looked down at your poor foot.

He seemed to consider something for a few beats before he nodded. The mall hmm…

He patted your foot, with a smirk.

“Yeah, probably for the best.”

You lull into a quiet conversation.

Two's A Crowd

College Bully! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5)

Description: College is proving to be a lot harder than you imagined. You cannot fail this math class. So when you've tried everything else, a well-known student is recommended to you by your professor for tutoring lessons, not really leaving you with much of a choice but to work with him.

Warnings: Not proofread, No Use of Y/N, Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Bullying, Yelling, Cursing

Tags: College AU, Bully! Leon, Shy! Reader, both are in their early 20's, Leon is Rude AF in the beginning, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex, Fingering, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Tags to be Added

Author's Note: Forgiveness is requested but not expected. Downhill we go!!

Cross-posted onto AO3

Chapter 3:

Over time, you grew less and less worried with Leon’s nice behavior. Your math grade has gone up significantly, surpassing a low C which is a passing grade, but since the tutor sessions have become much more bearable, you haven’t felt the need to stop going. Besides, you have an A streak to fulfill.

Your friends stayed suspicious about the frat boy’s intentions, however. The way you’d become so unbothered with everything relating to him had them stressed, yet at the end of the day, “no asshole can hold up a facade like that for this long”, as per Sky’s words.

Easygoing is the best way to describe Leon at this point. A gentle soul, from what you can tell. He goes out of his way to hold the door for you, share his food with you whenever he brings it, and he even gets excited with you whenever you get an A on any of your assignments or tests. It makes you happy that you held out for him.

“And that makes sense to you?” Leon was standing next to you, leaned over with both his hands on the table. You were both in the study room, only this time you had finished everything math related. Thanksgiving break had come and gone so everything had shifted towards the finals before Winter break, meaning now you were using the space to go over the study guide for the final given by one of your other professors, though it would’ve been nice to have your math study guide to burn into your brain since it’s your biggest struggle.

“Yeah, this is easy for me,” you mutter, hand against your mouth as your eyes move back and forth across the packet of information in front of you. Having Leon leaning over you had been commonplace since mid-November. He turned out to be very nosey. “Shouldn’t you be focusing on your own classes?”

You didn’t need to look at him to know he was extremely confused by your study guide. “Uhh.. nah,” he stood upright and slowly made his way around the table, sitting down in front of you with a small groan as he relaxed into the seat. “I’ve made it through the past couple years here without ‘em. No need for ‘em now.” You nodded to the side at his, bringing the pen you were holding up to your mouth to nibble on the end of it. “Makes sense…”

It took awhile before you noticed his nervous fidgeting, looking up from your study guide to give him a worried look. “Are you bored? I can finish up in my dorm if you-”

“Do you want to get dinner with me tonight?” He cut you off, his eyes meeting yours before the room fell silent. The question was so sudden and you weren’t expecting anything like it, so it just had you confused. You must’ve looked it, too, since he moved his eyes away from yours while crossing his arms. “I mean-.. Y’know, figured I’d ask..”

Seeing him get nervous was always pretty cute to you, such a handsome guy getting worked up over you never failed to flatter you. “Oh, yeah! I’d like that, actually..” You giggled when Leon looked back at you, soon grabbing your few supplies to put back into your backpack.

Relief spread across his face, moving to stand as you collected your items. “Good, okay, uh.. How’s Olive Garden sound?” To the average college student, Olive Garden was some high class fine dining. Anyone would be a fool to say no to an offer like that.

Just like your friend told you not to do, the absolute biggest no-no when it came to these types of college guys, you let Leon get even closer. It was just dinner in the beginning, but you started seeing him outside of study sessions afterwards with him going out of his way to seek you out and hang out with you and you the same. “Just going out to dinner” turned into dates real fast, faster than you even had time to process.

You’ve almost completely forgotten about just how nasty he was towards you not three months prior with how he doted on you. Leading up to finals week, Leon made sure to bring you food after noticing your long study habits. He wouldn’t even give you a choice, just a simple “whaddya feeling tonight?” over text. He’d hang out in your dorm with you while you ate, much to your roommates dismay, and sometimes he’d just show up for no reason other than to see you. You’d blush and shy away from his flirting, he’d tease you, and you’d get mad at him for distracting you in a playful way. Even if you wanted to be actually mad at him, you couldn’t, not with that cheeky little grin he’d give you.

You never questioned his nosiness as he familiarized himself with your dorm, rummaging through your drawers as you whined at him from the bed to stay out of your stuff. Honestly, you’d probably look through his stuff too if you had the chance.

Having a boyfriend during your first year of college wasn’t exactly a goal, and you don’t know if this is even a relationship or not, but you weren’t complaining. It was so nice having someone care about you like this, especially when it’s someone who’s, to you, way out of your league in almost every sense. Though he wasn’t the most outgoing, he was very well known, and being seen with him meant the attention he received was spilling onto you. Hell, you didn’t even know he played football until he passed by you with his friends, all in their football get-ups. He never bragged about any practices or games to you, maybe you should’ve asked about the various bruises and scuffs he’d show up to the study sessions with. Oh well.

Every night during finals week, Leon would take you out for dinner under the guise of “destressing from the long day”, not that you minded, of course. You were growing increasingly anxious about your last final, the big one; math. The two of you were sitting in his black Jeep Wrangler as it idled out in the parking lot of McDonald’s, snacking on what was left of your meal in a comfortable silence. The combination of the heater blowing on you and the food in your stomach was settling you, if only a little.

Leon kept his eyes on you the entire time, hand rubbing soothingly up and down your thigh. His hand was so warm. “You’ll pass, I know you will.” His soft touch barely had you cracking a smile, looking through the windshield as large snowflakes quietly fell, lit up by the streetlights surrounding the parking lot and by the headlights on his car. The snow had accumulated an inch on the ground already, the sun having set nearly two hours prior. Winter and its short days, a blessing and a curse. “I don’t know..” You could feel his eyes on you, yet yours were stuck staring out at the falling snow. “My nerves always get me. I’m gonna make the stupidest mistakes and then once the final grades are in my parents’ll wanna see and then I’ll be surrounded be disappointment and shame and guilt.”

You closed your eyes and slumped your shoulders when you felt Leon squeeze your thigh, finally able to turn and look back at him. “You know that’s not how it’s gonna go.” He let out a breathy laugh when you raised an eyebrow. “Oh come on, you’ve got it down! Plus, you had an amazing tutor~..”

With a dramatic groan, you rolled your eyes as he wiggled his eyebrows at you, unable to hide your smile. “I guess, but you weren’t that amazing..”

Leon moved his free hand and brought it up to his chest, holding it there with a strong pout to feign hurt. “You wound me.. Was I nothing to you?” His smile quickly returned when you clicked your tongue at him, chuckling through his nose. “Seriously though, I’ve never met anyone as smart as you are. You learned how to do that kind of stuff incredibly fast, so I don’t have a single doubt in my mind that you won’t demolish that final.” His compliments always left you blushing and at a loss for words, playfulness giving way to a more heavy air. “Thank you, Leon. Really, thank you...”

You were too wrapped up in watching the snow fall through the windshield to notice when his hand pulled away from your thigh, or just how guilty he looked as he silently watched you.

The math final was easier than you were expecting. You understood basically everything that had been put on it minus a couple things that you scolded yourself for not brushing up on last minute. Grades weren’t put in until a week or more after the finals were turned in, yet you were confident enough in how it went to feel good leaving that room afterwards.

This first semester had really tested your limits, but you were lucky to have your friends, lucky to have Leon. It didn’t feel strange having him around anymore, it felt natural, real. There weren’t enough ways to thank him for all that he did between tutoring you and taking care of you overall.

You yelped with laughter as Sky picked you up, their arms around your midriff, waving you side to side as they yelled how proud they were of you. Ella only stood by and laughed along, making sure to take a picture of the moment as keepsakes. “Guys, I don’t even know if I passed yet!” You pushed away from Sky and they placed you back down on the ground, smoothing out your shirt which had you swatting their hands away.

“But! You survived and that’s always cause for celebration.” Ella pocketed her phone and took a couple steps forward so you were all standing in a small circle now. “You really pulled through these last few months.”

Thanks to Leon. “I did, huh?” You looked down with a bashful smile, shrugging before pulling the strap on your backpack further up so it wouldn’t slip off your shoulder. “You know,” Sky started, resting their elbow on your other shoulder while pursing their lips as they slowly turned their head to look at you, “you’re not very good at hiding your love for Leon..”

You weren’t trying to hide it, it's just that even the vaguest thought about the man had you flustered and stumbling over your words like a fool. All you could do now was glare at your friend, who just raised their hands up in defense. “Hey now, not poking fun, just making an observation.”

Ella placed her entire hand over Sky’s face and pushed them away from you, ignoring their muffled complaints as she looked at you. “We’ll always be suspicious because we’re your friends and we care about you, but as long as you’re careful, we’ll keep our distance.”

Sky pulled Ella’s hand off their face, making gross-out noises while wiping their face off. “Blegh, anyways, yeah. Keeping our distance, but still watching from afar.” They pointed their index and middle finger from their eyes to yours before smiling.

You hung around in their dorm as Ella finished packing up her suitcase. She’s had her plane ticket back home booked for a month, constantly expressing her need to leave as soon as finals were finished during that time. Sky was leaving the same day you were, which was in two days since you both drove or were driven here. Leon stayed at his frat house all school year, so you were thankful to have two people sticking around so you weren’t left all alone.

Unfortunately, this meant you had your own packing to do. Thankfully though, your roommate had already left, sparing you from their menial chit-chat. Packing was almost cathartic in a weird way, almost as if you saw going home as a reward for working yourself to the bone at this university. Quiet music was playing from your phone as you gathered the essentials, you’d be coming back in three weeks so there wasn’t any need to pack up everything.

A gentle knock knock knock at your dorm’s door startled you from your thoughts, causing you to blink a few times to make sure it wasn’t just coming from the song that was playing. Slowly, you made your way over to the door, and before you’d even opened it fully, Leon slipped his way through, side stepping into the room with a cheeky smile.

You scoffed as you watched him weasel his way in, hand stuttering away from the door handle to allow the heavy door to shut. “You could’ve waited until I opened the door all the way.”

“I knocked, though.” Mischief was evident in his tone as his eyes landed on the suitcase sitting on your bed. “Getting ready to leave?”

“Not for another couple days. Just.. wanna be ready.” You walked past him over to your suitcase, continuing to fold the last few pieces of clothing you wanted to bring back home. “Perfect, got some extra time to spend with you then.” Leon chuckled, now standing next to you to watch you get back into rhythm.

Having him admit that so casually had you nervous, cheeks heating up as you glanced over at him. “Wouldn’t you rather hang out with your friends?” The eyebrow raise he gave you made you stumble as you tried to elaborate. “N-not that I don’t want to hang out with you! I just feel like you’d have more fun celebrating the end of the semester outside of a stuffy dorm.” You tried to laugh away the embarrassment, moving your focus back to the suitcase as you zipped it up.

“I can celebrate with those slobs any time, but for right now, I would really like to be around you.” Leon carefully lifted your suitcase off the bed, placing it near the door for you. “You’re nice and quiet. They’re not.” You sighed after lifting yourself up onto your bed, sitting criss-cross right in the middle while meekly smiling to yourself, watching him walk back over to stand in front of you.

“By the way,” he said, turning his head to look out your window for a split second before looking back down at you, “I haven’t had the chance to tell you how proud I am of you for coming out of that math final. I know results take awhile, but you seem pretty pleased with yourself.” He crossed his arms and bent forward a bit with a teasing smirk as he not-so-subtly looked you up and down.

You covered your face with your hands and laughed into them, a poor attempt to hide your ever increasing blush. After letting your hands fall away, you bunched the end of your hoodie up in them, fiddling with the thick fabric as you replied. “Yeah, uh.. I think I did alright.” You were going to say more, but you stopped when Leon’s hand found its way under your chin, tilting your head back so you were looking at him. “C’mon, don’t downplay this, baby. You did amazing and you know it.”

Your mind went blank at the pet name and you were finding it hard to breathe with the way his hand felt under your chin. The air in your dorm was a tad tense before, yet now it just felt heavy. Stifling. All you could do was stare up at him with wide eyes, eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as you tried to think of something, anything to say.

“Did I catch you off guard?” He said with a breathy laugh, gently tilting your head side to side as he studied you. And you let him. Your mouth felt dry, face hot as he leaned in closer. “You’re so beautiful..” His voice dropped an octave and his eyes were lidded as they stared into yours. “So smart, so brave..” Soon his lips were brushing against yours, whispering out a final “So perfect..” before pulling you into a gentle kiss.

It didn’t take long for you to relax into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut as you tried to mimic Leon’s movements. His hands cautiously slid down to grasp at your waist while yours moved up to cup his face, pulling him closer. He slowly crawled onto the bed with you tugging him along, leaving you laying down as he hovered over the top of you, knees planted on either side of your legs while one of his arms moved up to support himself.

He was doing his best to be careful with you, noting your nervous tremble as his right hand slid under your hoodie. “M’gonna take care of you, ‘kay?” He hummed against your sensitive skin, kissing along the underside of your jawline. You only nodded as his lips trailed down your neck, stopping when your hoodie got in his way of the rest of you. “Need you to say ‘okay’ f’me, baby.”

Nearly whining when he stopped, you nodded again a bit more vigorously this time, voice barely a whisper. “O-..Okay..” You propped yourself up slightly when Leon pulled his head away from your neck, his eyes meeting yours as both his hands were now playing with the end of your hoodie. “Y-Yeah, okay…” You repeated.

First it was your hoodie, then it was his jacket, and before you knew it, he had you in his arms, chest pressed against yours as he reached around to unclasp the hooks on your bra. You immediately brought your arms up to cover your breasts once Leon leaned back after pulling your bra off, self-consciousness suddenly settling in. “Hey hey, no need to hide from me..” He cooed, eyes raking down your body as he grabbed your hands to pull your arms away, thumbs rubbing circles onto the tops of your hands as he stared with a crooked smile.

You took the opportunity to take in his form; muscular, a couple old scars and freckles standing out to you. He was gorgeous, through and through, no doubt about it. He took notice, craning his neck to look down at his exposed chest before looking back up at you. “Looks good, huh?” That got a small giggle out of you, at least.

He slowly guided you back down onto the bed, his hands firmly rubbing up and down your sides. “You look even better, though. Layin’ pretty beneath me~..” His right hand found its way to your panties, running his fingers along the band before trailing further down to press his middle finger against the gusset. You gasped at the feeling while he laughed quietly, leaning back a bit further to catch a glimpse of the wet spot he was feeling. “You’re soaked.. Lil’ bit of touching got you all worked up?”

Your hands flew up to hide your face again as he rubbed his finger up and down your clothed pussy, letting out small gasps and whimpers all the while. You shakily nodded, subconsciously spreading your legs further apart as he slotted himself between them.

“Tell me something, babe.” Leon paused his movements to look up at you, huffing a chuckle through his nose when he noticed you’d covered your face. “You seem real nervous, so I’m jus’ wonderin’...” Dread settled in your stomach at his implication, you were hoping he wouldn’t ask this. “Yes..” You whispered, parting your fingers over your right eye so you could look at him. “Don’t make me say it, please…”

He hummed low in his chest, eyes darkening as they moved back down to your panties. “Juuust wonderin', is all..” His finger started to caress you over your panties again while adding a bit more pressure. “There’s no shame in being a virgin. Only means I gotta make this extra special for you~.” You moved your hands to shoot him a weak glare and he smiled in return. “Didn’t say I couldn’t say it.”

Once he felt your tremble start to dissipate, he brought his hands up and hooked his fingers on the band of your panties before slowly tugging them off, letting out a low groan as a string of slick stayed connected to the gusset from your leaking pussy. “Fuck, that’s hot..” He breathed in sharply through his teeth, taking your panties into one hand before grabbing his hoodie, stuffing them into the large pocket in the front.

Leon didn’t waste any time putting himself back between your legs, languidly dragging his middle finger up and down through your folds. He relished in your every noise, even as you tried to hold them in. “You ever finger yourself before?” He asked, voice gravelly as he repeatedly pulled his finger back to watch your slick cling to it by a string.

“... no..” Your innocence had him groaning to himself again. He could ignore the guilt eating away at him long enough to handle you the way you needed to be handled. “Let’s give it a try then, yeah?” He hunched over some more so his face was hovering above yours, middle finger now gently circling your clenching hole.

“P-Please be careful..” You whimpered, slightly panicked at the feeling of his finger nudging your entrance, one of your hands grasping the bed sheets while the other held onto his bicep that was closest to you. “I’ll be so careful, baby.. I promise I’ll be careful.”

And he was. What would’ve normally been a relatively quick process turned into ten minutes of Leon tenderly stretching you on his fingers. He studied your face the entire time, whispering sweet words into your ear, even letting out deep moans to encourage your own timid ones. You needed the time. There's no rush.

He moved down to pair his fingers with his mouth, tongue running through your wet folds as his fingers stroked your walls. The noises you let out when he sucked on your clit were intoxicating. You were intoxicating.

Once Leon pulled his mouth and fingers away from you, you knew what was coming. And when he paused for a moment after standing up, hands hooked in his boxers, eyebrows tightly furrowed together in thought, that only served to make you more nervous.

“..Leon?” You managed to say, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watched his shake himself out of his head. “Yeah, sorry, just… thinking about the best way to go about this. Don’t wanna scare you.”

“You-... I’m not gonna be scared..” You looked from his face down to his boxers, eyeballing where his fingers were still hooked in them. He just clicked his tongue, nodding his head to the side with a soft “if you say so”.

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were scared. There wasn’t much frame of reference, but Leon was… sizeable, for lack of a better term. And it wasn’t just his size that was intimidating to you, it was the idea of sex itself. Sex has always been made out to be this big grandiose milestone by everyone around you, so now that you’re about to actually do it is giving you the same sinking feeling that public speaking does.

“You’re scared.” Leon had pulled his boxers all the way down without you noticing, letting them lay abandoned on the floor as he took the small step back towards you. “No.” You were quick to object, eyes still glued to his dick. He chuckled and tilted your head back by your chin once more. “Yes, you are, and it’s okay. I’m not gonna kill you with it.”

“You might…” You muttered under your breath, eyes lowly making their way back down to his dick as he got back up onto the bed and in between your legs. “I promised you I’d be careful, right?” Leon grunted, his hand squeezing the base of his cock before giving it a few slow strokes.

You swallowed dryly, pulling your eyes away and back up to meet his. “Yeah…” He nodded, giving you a wobbly smile as he teased his thumb across his tip. “Right. So don’t worry, I’ve gotcha..”

You only nodded, doing your best to keep your eyes up and focused on his face as he lubed himself with your juices. Your eyes widened once you felt him line himself up with your hole, body jerking a bit at the slight pressure.

“You gotta relax, sweetheart..” He used his freehand to stroke your thigh before pulling your right up over his shoulder, hand moving back down so his thumb could rub your clit. “Just breathe and focus on what my hand’s doin’, alright?”

The two of you were lucky that a lot the people in your dorm building left already, cause when his tip finally pushed past that ring of muscle, you let out an embarrassingly loud yelp. It hurt, but it was also such a new feeling that it simply startled you. “Okay, okay, that’s the hardest part. You did it.” You panted, hands tugging at the blankets beneath you as he stilled. “Okay…” You copied him, nodding your head once you felt you were ready for him to move.

The sting of the stretch was the hardest to get by, however it was easily masked by just how full you felt after Leon was fully sheathed inside you. So new, yet so good.

You let out a shaky sigh, eyes closing as you rested back against the bed. Your heart was beating and your body felt hot. It was actually a nice feeling. “You- ugh.. You can move.. a little..” You breathed out, grunting softly when you felt him twitch.

“Mhm..” Leon agreed with only a hum, not trusting his mouth enough to speak. He pulled back an inch before thrusting just as slowly, eyes darting around your face for any sign of discomfort. A minute or so of taking it slow led to deeper thrusts, following your command as you asked for “harder”, “deeper”, “faster”. All with that sweet voice that he couldn’t say no to.

You were eating away at him and you didn’t even know it; wrapped around him so perfectly, that delicious honey of yours dripping down his balls, moaning his name, looking at him with those glassy eyes, fuck. He fits you so well.

He kept his eyes closed, unable to look at you any longer. Ignoring the guilt was harder than he thought, even with him thrusting into you like he owned you. You weren’t his, he can't have you the way you want him to-

“Shit-!” He gasped, too lost in his own thoughts to notice you’d grown close until you abruptly clenched around him, sloppy cunt milking his cock. His thrusts stuttered to a stop as he buried himself deep into you, cumming with a whine of his own. Looking at the wall with bleary eyes, he furrowed his brow again, chewing on the inside of his cheek while he caught his breath.

Clarity crashed into him when you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a weak hug. He needed to go, but how could he leave you like this? God, he was so fucked.

He should’ve just stayed an asshole, that would’ve kept you far away. And he should’ve never taken that stupid bet. All this for a pair of panties to wave around like a trophy.

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