Because everyone needs the guilty pleasure of Leon x reader. Shall I do more?
yes feel free to keep torturing us asdfghjmnhgbfdcfvg
It surprised you when you found out Mr. Kennedy preferred to be submissive when it came to bedroom antics; all his critical, important work, making the hard decisions, and all those years of thankless horror—you supposed you could understand how he would not mind handing the reins over to someone he trusted.
The trust of Leon Kennedy proved one of the greatest treasures a person could own; when he invited you to his house and into his bed, it nearly resulted in hyperventilation. He only chuckled at your surprise, throaty laughter resounding in your ears, leathery hands engulfing yours in an affectionate clasp. His grey-blue eyes smiled at you, like pools in a misty forest after it rain. Those wanting lips captured you in a knockout of a smooch, a languid, unhurried slide of tongues; you taste the refreshing essence of peppermint, mouths tingling with the sensation.