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He was new to Raccoon City too, freshly accepted into the local police force. The two of you were practically starting your lives there at the same time—him as a rookie cop, you trying to balance work and school. Maybe that’s why you clicked so quickly.
The apartment you shared was small but comfortable enough. At first, living together was awkward, the way it always is when strangers move in under the same roof. But over time, the two of you built a routine. One of you did the dishes while the other took out the trash. One did the grocery shopping while the other cooked. And somehow, despite different schedules and the rush of daily life, you always found time to be together—especially on Saturday nights, after Leon’s shift ended. You’d crash on the couch together, watching movies in silence, sharing that strange sense of peace.
And now, another Saturday night was about to begin.
The day had been long and exhausting. You pulled an extra shift after leaving college, working at the coffee shop.
When you got home, Leon had already left for his shift, which would last until 2 a.m., as usual.
Sometimes you felt bad for him because of the tough hours he had to work as a rookie, but he seemed to be handling it well, so you didn’t dwell on it too much.
After a long shower, you made yourself something to eat and took advantage of your free time to head to the laundry room. When you finished, you noticed Leon’s hamper was fuller than usual. Since you were feeling generous today, you decided to do him a favor and wash his clothes too.
Not long after, you had already washed and dried everything in the machine. You folded both yours and his, leaving his neatly stacked on his bed.
Before you knew it, it was nearly 11 p.m. The day’s fatigue weighed heavy on your shoulders, and sleep began creeping in. The temptation to go to bed was strong, but you didn’t want to break the tradition of watching TV with Leon after his shift.
You held out as long as you could, but eventually your eyelids grew heavy, and you fell asleep on the couch with the TV still on.
Slowly, you felt the cushions dip beside you. You blinked a few times, trying to get your bearings, until you saw Leon, still in uniform, looking down at you with a slight smile on his face.
“Don’t tell me you were planning on sleeping and leaving me hanging tonight…” he teased, giving your arm a gentle shake.
You sat up, still yawning and rubbing your eyes.
“I was, but now you woke me up,” you answered with a sleepy smile.
You turned toward him, noticing just how close the two of you were. His hand was almost brushing against yours, and that sent a flutter through your stomach. He looked so… handsome tonight.
Not that he wasn’t always, but this night, in particular, there was something about him that caught your attention even more.
You got lost in your thoughts, tracing the details of his face, until Leon’s voice brought you back.
“So… are we gonna watch something or do you want to save it for another day? If you’re tired, I get it…” His voice softened a bit, with a hint of disappointment.
“Of course we are.” You smiled and gave him a light nudge on the shoulder. You took a deep breath, then scrunched your nose, making an exaggerated face.
“But first, you need to take a shower, okay?”
Leon laughed, rolling his eyes as he stood up.
“Alright, alright, I’m going…”
He walked toward the bedroom but soon came back holding a clean t-shirt from the folded pile.
“You… washed my dirty clothes?”
You raised an eyebrow slightly.
“Yes, duh.”
Leon paused for a few seconds, staring at the shirt in his hands. The silly smile on his face and the faint blush on his cheeks showed he really hadn’t expected it.
“Well… thank you. You didn’t have to.”
You crossed your arms and gave him a serious look.
“Thank you nothing—you owe me fifty bucks.”
Leon’s surprised look lasted only a few seconds before you broke into a mischievous grin.
“Just kidding. It was a favor.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little awkward.
“Still… thanks.”
He paused, then flashed a playful little smile.
“Now that I think about it… fifty bucks doesn’t seem like such a high price.”
He laughed, and you just rolled your eyes, chuckling along.
Leon settled onto the couch next to you, his shoulders brushing yours lightly. You felt the warmth of his body, still hot from the shower, contrasting with the cool night air.
“So,” he began, leaning slightly to grab the remote and lower the TV volume. “How was your day?”
You let out a sigh, getting more comfortable under the blanket.
“Ah, the usual. Tough classes, spilled coffee, a customer complaining about some dumb thing…”
Leon let out a low chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest.
“What happened this time?”
“Oh, you won’t believe it,” you started, laughing a little as you remembered. “Some guy ordered a cappuccino with almond milk, but we don’t have that at the café. I explained everything nicely, but he got all offended, like, ‘What do you mean a decent place doesn’t have almond milk?’ I mean… dude, it’s just coffee.”
Leon raised an eyebrow, fighting back a laugh.
“So, what did you do?”
“I smiled and said, ‘I’m sorry, sir, but we only have whole and skim milk. I can make your cappuccino with one of those, if you’d like.’ Then he got even angrier and stormed out like a spoiled kid.”
Leon burst out laughing, throwing his head back against the couch.
“Damn, you should’ve given him regular milk and just told him it was almond. I would’ve loved to see his face.”
You rolled your eyes, laughing along.
“Yeah, right. And get fired the same day? Hard pass.”
The laughter slowly faded, but the lighthearted mood lingered. You noticed Leon seemed more at ease than usual, like the tension of his shift had melted away under the hot shower.
“But what about you? How was your shift?” you asked, turning slightly toward him.
Leon let out a tired sigh, running a hand through his damp hair, leaving it even messier than before.
“Exhausting. Nothing exciting, but man, I’m beat. They had me stuck with paperwork all day, filling out incident reports I wasn’t even around for.”
“You’re telling me you joined the police force to be a glorified secretary?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.
“Exactly!” he shot back with a crooked grin. “But seriously, I want to be out there, learning for real. Doing something useful. Instead, I’m fetching coffee, sorting files… sometimes I feel like an underpaid intern.”
You chuckled, tilting your head.
“Well, at least someone brought you coffee. I bet it was awful.”
He frowned, crossing his arms.
“Yeah, it was terrible. And the whole time I kept thinking… if it had been you, at least it would’ve been drinkable.”
Your brow lifted, a small smile tugging at your lips.
“Was that… a compliment?”
“Maybe.” Leon shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes.
Silence settled between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. On the contrary, it felt strangely pleasant, like the quiet itself belonged to you both.
Without realizing it, you had leaned a little closer. Your knees nearly touched, and from this distance you could see every detail of Leon’s blue eyes, catching the faint glow of the TV.
He noticed, too. You could tell by the way he blinked slowly, as if hesitating.
The TV droned on in the background, but neither of you paid attention anymore.
Leon glanced away for a second, licking his lips before speaking.
“I like this.”
“Like what?” Your voice came out softer than you expected.
“This. Us. Sitting here, talking about our day.” He looked back at you, a shy little smile tugging at his lips. “It feels good, coming home to someone I can actually talk to.”
Your heart skipped a beat.
“I like it too,” you admitted, your tone earnest.
Leon let out a soft sigh and leaned back a little more, his arm brushing against yours by accident. You felt his warmth again, and the electricity in the air was undeniable.
What would happen if you just leaned in a little closer? If you closed that small distance between you?
The thought lingered, but neither of you seemed willing to break the moment.
Not yet.
The TV was still on, but neither of you was really paying attention to the story. Instead, you laughed at some silly scene—one that wasn’t even that funny, but somehow became hilarious when shared with someone else.
Leon chuckled, tilting his head back against the couch. His hair was still a little damp from the shower, a few strands falling stubbornly across his forehead. You glanced at him, catching the careless ease in his expression, and smiled without realizing it.
“You laugh at anything, don’t you?” you teased, nudging his side lightly with your elbow.
“And you don’t?” Leon shot back, turning his head toward you with that smug little grin. “Don’t act like you weren’t about to choke from laughing so hard just now.”
“Okay, okay, I admit it,” you raised your hands in surrender. “But that scene was ridiculous. Who even writes stuff like that?”
Leon shrugged, and for a moment, comfortable silence filled the room. You yawned quietly, feeling the weight of the day settling over your shoulders.
And then you felt it.
Leon’s hand—warm and steady—resting gently on your thigh. At first, it was almost innocent, his fingers simply lingering there without pressure. But then, his thumb began to move slowly, brushing back and forth against the soft fabric of your pajama pants. Absentminded. Unassuming. Yet somehow, it sent a shiver racing up your spine.
Your heart skipped a beat.
You didn’t know if he was aware of what he was doing, or if it was just an unconscious gesture born out of comfort. But the truth was, he was touching you in a way that felt… intimate.
And the worst part? You didn’t want him to stop.
You didn’t push his hand away. You didn’t even think to question it. It felt too good, too natural. The warmth of Leon’s palm against your thigh was something you wanted to sink into, so you just let yourself relax, melting a little deeper into the couch.
The TV kept running in the background, but the real focus was the strange tension crackling between you.
Without thinking too much, you lifted your hand and let your fingers slide into Leon’s damp hair at the nape of his neck. The strands slipped easily between your fingers as your thumb traced lightly over the warm skin there in a delicate, almost imperceptible caress.
Leon didn’t move away. If anything, his breathing seemed to hitch for a fraction of a second, but he kept his eyes on the TV like your touch wasn’t setting every nerve in his body on edge.
You smirked faintly, eyes still fixed on the screen.
“You look pretty good like this… with your hair still wet…”
The words came out casual, like it was just an observation. But deep down, you knew it wasn’t.
Leon let out a small, almost nervous chuckle, tilting his head slightly toward your hand—like he was unconsciously leaning into your touch.
“Yeah?” he murmured, and in your peripheral vision you caught that crooked little smile tugging at his lips.
“Mmhm…” you hummed, your fingers still lazily playing with the damp strands at his neck.
The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. On the contrary, it felt full of unspoken meaning. Neither of you seemed willing to look directly at the other, as if keeping your eyes on the TV was the only thing preventing this moment from becoming even more intense.
But something was about to happen.
You could feel it.
And Leon could too.
As the minutes passed, the two of you drifted even closer. Leon’s hand was gripping your thigh more firmly now, his touch growing bolder with each passing moment.
You were both fully aware of what was happening, yet neither dared to bring it up. Instead, you kept playing this little game between you.
Leon glanced at you, his blue eyes quickly scanning your features, his gaze so direct it sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
“You’re so beautiful…” he murmured, his hand sliding from your thigh up to your chin, his thumb brushing softly along the line of your jaw. His eyes flicked down to your lips for a brief second before meeting your gaze again.
“Th-thank you… I guess,” you stammered, forcing out a laugh, though it was nearly impossible to act natural with such a gorgeous man looking straight at you while giving you a compliment.
Leon leaned in closer, making you freeze in place.
You could feel his breath ghosting over your lips. His eyes darted from yours to your mouth again, before a small smirk curved his lips.
He closed his eyes, leaning in until his lips were just about to brush yours—then he stopped, leaving you aching with frustration.
“May I?” he whispered.
“Please!” you blurted out almost instantly.
With your permission, he closed the distance, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. It started slow, but soon deepened into something more intense, though still unhurried.
You could taste the faint mint of his toothpaste, mixed with a flavor that was uniquely Leon.
The heat of his tongue sliding against yours was almost overwhelming, and you could already feel your own body reacting, your cock hardening.
He bit lightly at your lower lip, just enough to make you gasp, yet not pulling away.
Taking advantage of the brief pause, you shifted slowly into his lap, his eyes never leaving your face.
He was loving it—like he had fantasized about this moment for a long time, and now it was finally happening.
His hands slipped under the hem of your loose shirt, gliding across your waist and back, feeling the heat of your skin against his palms as he pulled you into another kiss—this one fiercer, his tongue practically invading your mouth while soft moans of approval escaped him.
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Before you even realized it, he was already on top of you, shirtless, his magnificent body fully on display right in front of you…
He was positioning his cock against your tight little hole, already slick and ready.
He’d done an incredible job beforehand—burying his face between your cheeks like a starved man, licking and sucking as if he couldn’t get enough. Every now and then, when you glanced down, you caught sight of him stroking himself desperately while savoring your taste, his chin and cheeks glistening with spit.
“Fuck, you taste so damn good!” he groaned, while you could barely hold yourself together—your hands teasing your own nipples, switching between rubbing and pinching them as moans spilled from your lips like a needy little slut.
At first, it hurt a little—you weren’t used to having sex that often—but Leon was sliding into you with so much care and attention that the pain seemed to simply melt away.
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His hand slid up to caress your face… “You’re doing so well… just a little more and I’ll be all the way in,” he whispered.
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But now, he was fucking your ass hard, never once breaking eye contact with you.
He was clearly loving the way you moaned, the way your face twisted with every thrust deep inside you—the pleasure overwhelming, your toes curling, your eyes rolling back as his name spilled desperately from your lips, begging for more.
“Faster, Leon… please… it feels so good…”
The first time he came was inside you.
The sight of his face as he climaxed was too beautiful not to admire—the sweat dripping down his forehead, the flush across his cheeks, the way he bit his lower lip as guttural moans tore from his throat.
But you didn’t stop there.
The night was only getting started.
His cum was dripping down your leg as you climbed off the couch, already aching for more.
Leon’s cock didn’t even soften; it stayed rock-hard even after coming.
He was sitting on the couch, his cock standing tall, when you straddled him, positioning him at your freshly fucked ass and forcing him in with a single thrust.
As you rode him, he stroked his cock in rhythm, and it didn’t take long before you came over his abdomen—not once, but twice.
You were exhausted, but you didn’t dare stop until you’d brought Leon to the edge for the second time.
The sound of skin sliding against skin echoed through the apartment, only slightly muffled by the TV, keeping your private moment just between the two of you.
After long minutes, Leon finally came again, filling you once more with a generous amount of cum.
This time, he really seemed satisfied, pulling you closer to rest his face against your chest, panting, still inside you, his cock slowly softening.
You kissed for several long minutes in the same position, occasionally pausing to exchange soft giggles.
After you both showered, you were heading toward your bedroom when Leon called out:
“Hey… why don’t you come sleep with me? Since we already fucked for the first time, I guess we’re allowed to share a bed…”
He suggested with a smile, leaning against the doorframe.
Of course, you didn’t refuse.
Leon was behind you, spooning you. One arm served as a pillow, while one leg rested possessively over your waist, his abdomen pressed against your back as he distributed slow, tender kisses across your temple, cheek, and forehead.
You felt loved, safe in his arms, as if this was exactly where you belonged.
“I don’t want to rush things or anything… but it wasn’t just sex for me. You’re mine now… and I’m yours,” Leon whispered in your ear.
You didn’t respond, just smiled, drifting off to sleep.