#chris redfield x f!reader

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day 24: chris redfield [riding]

࿓ synopsis • you try to take him raw.

―❦ nsfw, re: village!chris, brat!reader, f!reader, cumming, swearing, pet names, raw & sore, power play (kinda), maybe a little bit oc!chris, praising, size kink, ‘is all I guess! • 0.8k • wow, first time writing for him & it is enough to make me go crazy over him as if I am not already! anyway, enjoy! [kinktober m.]

“c-chris!” you moaned shamelessly, eyes half-open, mouth wide open, hands on his well-built chest to hold onto, and pussy soaking wet onto his cock that you try to sit on properly. “it’s too much - I can’t move!”

“oh yes, you can baby,” words of encouragement goes from one ear to leave from the other as you begin to cry because of how unprepared you were to have him like this - you wanted it to be raw and rough as always, being a little brat for him to amuse, you regret your decision now yet you can’t deny the fact that it feels so good that you try to hold yourself from sitting down entirely and leaving your pussy sore enough to get pain.

however, chris is there to help as he picks your smaller body up, comparing to him, and saying sweet things into your ears as he sits down on the chair still - all his glory sends another kind of pleasure to your body when you look at him as he still holds you by the waist, fingers playing with the flesh under his skin to call you down.

“just sit on my cock,” he says shamelessly, “it will fill you up perfectly - you have already soaked so much pretty girl, it will be easy.”

“easier to say than do it- agghhh - chris!”

he chuckles playfully, watching the perfect sight in front of his eyes as he leans back onto the chair further, hands traveling until they reach your hips, gazes on your chest as you breathe rapidly because of the sudden action he has created; putting you down on his cock so that he can finally be inside your hot walls entirely, leaving no room, opening you, then, waiting for you to move after adjusting it.

hitting his chest both furiously and softly, earning a little smile from him that you can’t see exactly because of the tears forming in your eyes, washing your face as you slowly begin to move your hips - feeling every motion through your body, you bite your own lips not to be so noisy but chris who stays and watches you in silence takes you by the chin, picking your face up, he begins to kiss you passionately, taking the remaining breath away from your lungs.

“chris, ohhh -“ you moan into his mouth when he leaves them freely after biting them.

his eyes looking at your lips for a moment burn you, “yeah, like that my good girl, moan my name and never hold back. wanna hear all the voices you will make as you ride my cock.”

he sounds as if they’re the direct orders coming from him, and you feel like it, giving him what he wants - never holding back again as you start to move easily now, the juice your pussy soaking makes everything wet and sticky - creating lewd voice as you take his thick and hard cock inside your walls, earning a few spanks from him the moment you begin to bounce on his cock.

every spank comes from different parts of your body; ass that jolts up and down with bounces, pussy takes his length so well, breasts going up and down as if they have come from a porn itself. it all gives you different yet effective pleasure, making your climax come sooner than you thought.

his name goes out of your mouth as pray, his praises find your ears, the body reacts whenever his hands travel on it, voices are full of a mix of skin slapping to the skin, moaning, screams even, swears - mostly coming from him, praises - good girl, my good girl, taking my cock so well that wanna ruin you, oh that praises, filling your mind completely with him.

hair on his thighs increases the pressure and pleasure you get, the sight of his abs getting tight is worth watching - including the expressions he has on his attractive face, length twitches inside you gives the satisfaction.

you smile with such pride that chris lowers his head down, furrowing, yet still looking so damn well. “what’s it pretty?” he asks, mocking you with a deeper voice, “feel pride, fuuuck! - for what, mmmhph, making me like this, hm? - riding me so - agghh, fucking good?”

“yeah,” you say between rapid breathing, “all of it, and for making you cum.”

“oh, making me cum, huh?” he chuckles, shaking his head in both surprised and amused manner, “you didn’t earn it -“

“yet.”

you challenge him - and it ends when you ride him faster, taking him deeper, and even pulling his hair - holding him by the neck, giving him what he needs; being the one who receives the attention and affection, you make him cun so hard and much into you that his hot semen drips from your core onto his thighs, making a mess out of both of you.

you’re always winning the challenges after all - if it involves fucking chris redfield’s brain off.

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina 🩵 @snowprincesa1 🩵 @dookiemeshibear 🩵 @manuusrw

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Chris praising Leon and Reader has done something to me 😩

Love your writing so much! If your taking requests may I interest you in a Chris and Leon x reader but maybe the reader talks the boys into pleasuring eachother in front of her while she gets off on watching them? Totally understand if it's not your thing! 😊

Hi anon, thanks so much for this request. It most definitely is my thing! I have never written mxm before and this was fun to try. Hope you like it!! <3

Tagging @ghostkennedy because one of their recents stories helped inspire me to make this one come to fruition. So please go check them out too. <3

Play Nice with Everyone

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Pairing: Leon x Chris x Fem!Reader

Tags: NSFW, MDNI, Smut, Threesome, MFM, male on male sexual touching, blowjobs, handjobs, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, tiddy fucking, dirty talk, age difference, masturebation taboo relationships??(chris and leon are reader's older brother's friends.)

“Are you two seriously arguing again already!? It hasn’t even been five minutes since the last time I broke it up.” You said exasperated. You couldn’t believe they were older than you sometimes, much less grown men who worked for the government, but damn if they weren’t good in bed — a well kept secret from your family, brother included. You’d been seeing a lot more of them lately since you moved in with your older brother, not having to sneak around since he traveled frequently. But it seemed the more you saw of the two, the less they got along, and the more annoying they became. 

“Sorry.” You heard collectively and rolled your eyes. 

“No you’re not, if you were you’d stop.”

“Well we do stop.” Chris said.

“Yeah we just don’t stay stopped.” Leon added. 

“Well you need to stay stopped. I’m over it.”

“Don’t be that way, Princess.” Leon wrapped his arms around you from behind. “You know how we are.”

“Yeah I do, annoying. And why are you here anyway? Ethan isn’t around.”

“You know we came to see you.” Leon didn’t move from his hold on you, out of your peripheral you could see Chris’ face flash to an emotion you couldn’t quite parse. 

“If that’s what the two of you are after, then too bad. You’ve annoyed the horniness right out of me.”

“I think we both know that’s not tr—“ Leon was cut off by Chris pulling him off of you. 

“Give the girl some space Leon.” He said firmly. 

“More like you just want to be in her space instead.” Leon quipped back. 

And the two of them were back to arguing again.You brought your fingers to your temples and rubbed them softly feeling a headache beginning to form. This was getting downright ridiculous. A thought bubbled up in your mind and you turned to face the two men, stepping between them. You put a hand on each of their chests. 

“This stops right now. You both are going to learn to play nice together if you want my attention.” 

“But —“

“But nothing! You two are going to behave and you’re going to learn to do it my way.”

“Well, what did you have in mind?” Chris asked, looking more invested in your outburst of frustration than Leon did. 

“You’ll see.” You said coyly, walking both men to the living room, before sitting on the couch. “Strip. Both of you strip.”

“I like where this is going.” Leon said with a cocky smile, you didn’t acknowledge the comment, instead opting to run your eyes over them as they undressed. Chris tossed his clothes off casually — Leon unsurprisingly took the opportunity to put on a show, teasing his abs as he worked his t-shirt up slowly inch by inch before pulling it up over his head. Then he did the same with his belt and pants. Once unzipped, he palmed himself through his underwear, already hard and letting out a small sigh of relief before tugging everything down all the way. 

You had eyed Chris and noticed he’d been paying attention as well, cock in hand, not stroking enough for pleasure but enough to keep himself erect. If he liked the show then your plan would work more smoothly than you thought. 

Leon worked his own cock in his palm giving you an eager look. “Alright Princess—“ You cut him off as he took a step forward wagging your finger.

“Nuh uh. I told you, the two of you are going to play nice if you want my attention. Back it up Leon.” 

Intrigued he took a step back before the two men looked at each other and then back to you. “Here’s how this is going to work.” You leaned back on the couch, running two fingers up your thigh until you met the hem of your shorts, pausing before walking the fingers up to the button and undoing it. “You two aren’t going to get any attention from me, until you take care of each other. The more you behave and participate, the more clothes I take off. If you get me naked, then you both can have your way with me. Understood?” “You can’t be serious?” Chris asked disappointed. 

“Dead. Serious. You two have kissed and touched each other before when we’ve been together.” “That’s different!” Leon insisted. “That’s a heat of the moment kind of thing when we’re both balls deep in you not…..you know….” “I mean I won’t force you if you’re uncomfortable, and you’re always allowed the safe word no matter what.” You assured. “But to be honest, I think I’d find it kind of hot too.” The last sentence caught their attention again. To emphasize your point, you unzipped your shorts, wiggling your hand into them to rub softly against your clit through your panties. “Fuck that would definitely be hot, watching the two of you go at it.” A little moan escaped your mouth – the look on their face as both their jaws dropping was priceless. 

Leon’s eyes were locked onto your hand and the way you wiggled in pleasure against the couch, he swallowed a thick lump in his throat. “Fine.” He said with agreement, turning to Chris. “You heard the lady, gonna have to be a team here. You up for it?” “‘Course I am.” Chris said.

They froze a brief moment of nervousness before Leon took the initiative, stepping forward and yanking Chris down into a passionate kiss. The other man looked frazzled for just a moment before returning it with equal fervor – and it was in fact, hot. 

You had already got yourself going with your hand, but the sight in front of you made an uncomfortably strong heat pang downwards between your legs, a wet spot forming in your panties. ‘God fuck, they haven’t even done anything besides kiss yet.’ You thought to yourself with a whine you tried to muffle. If they heard it, they certainly didn’t show it, focusing on each other. You watched as Chris brought his hand down to Leon’s already leaking cock, rubbing the precum into his palm before stroking him with a steady even pace. In return, the slightly shorter man let out an exaggerated moan, turning his head to look at you. “Enjoying the show, Princess?”

Nodding, you nearly forgot the deal you made. Now beyond horny and acutely aware of the uncomfortable stickiness in your panties, you remove the first piece of clothing –  your shorts. While your undies were still left on, and soaked, it was far more comfortable now without the second layer. 

Pleased that they earned their first prize, they returned to each other sharing one more kiss before making their way backwards. Chris gently shoved Leon until he fell backwards onto the other end of the couch before diving down to pepper his toned chest with more kisses, trailing his tongue up to Leon’s collarbone before sucking a bruise into the skin. 

You squirmed in place, bringing a hand up to your own chest at the same spot, internally jealous that you weren’t the one getting marked up like that. Watching was turning out to be a lot harder than expected. 

Chris’ next move was to run his tongue down slowly, like he was savoring each divet of skin between Leon’s sculpted form as he made his way down. Further and further, stopping to suck another bruise into his hip, causing Leon to jolt with a slight whine. Chris gave the other man another few good pumps of his hand before he leaned forward to take his flushed pink cock into his mouth. 

He hollowed his cheeks as he gave shallow bobs of his head, stopping every now and then to give an additional suck and swirl his tongue across the tip, lapping and catching any droplets of budding precum. 

Leon keened into the touch, gripping the couch, not having enough length to get a purchase on Chris’ hair. It was obvious even he was shocked by the boldness, but wasn’t complaining. “Fuck Redfield, you’re too fucking good at that.” He praised, letting his head roll back. “So fucking good, just like that.” You’d heard that whiny lilt to Leon’s voice before when you were the one between his legs, but hearing it while watching someone else do it – it was a site you’ll have committed to memory forever. 

That act earned them the next article of clothing – you yanked your shirt over your head and tossed it to the side. Only two items left, your sports bra and your underwear. You moved one hand back down between your legs, this time dipping your fingers under the band of your panties so you could make direct contact with your aching clit. A heady moan left your mouth at the relief from the contact, rubbing circles into it as you watched them continue. Your remaining hand made its way to the outside of the thin bra, teasing at your hardening nipples. You felt close already, not wanting to finish so soon, you slowed the movements of your hands to a lazier pace, relaxing into the gentle waves of heat throughout your body – eyes never leaving Chris or Leon. 

“Sh-shit…I’m close, hold on.” Leon managed to get out, gently pushing at Chris. “F-fuck don’t make me bust one yet, I still gotta –” 

Chris pulled away with a pop, just in time to prevent Leon from cumming, his cock flopping back and almost hitting the taught skin of his stomach. “Think it’s my turn now.” Chris said with a smirk, wiping his mouth with the side of his arm. “Yeah yeah… just let me catch my breath for a second. Think you almost sucked my soul out.” “I’ll take the compliment, hopefully you can be a good boy and return the favor.” Chris patted the top of Leon’s head before leaning back to give him breathing room. You swear you could see an embarrassed flush on Leon’s cheeks from the praise and pet name. 

Once their positions had swapped, he started nibbling and trailing bites all across Chris’ chest at a much faster pace, ever the more impatient of the two. Without warning, he darted his tongue out to lick at one of Chris’ hardening nipples, making the larger man buck up unintentionally. Catching the movement, Leon pulled away only for a second to spit into his palm, before resuming the work he was doing ensuring no part of Chris’ torso was safe from his mouth. 

With his spit-lubed hand, he grabbed both of their cocks, pumping them together. That finally earned them your bra. Fumbling with the front clasp you desperately tore if off, allowing your breasts to spill out, nipples hardening almost painfully with a mix of cool air and pleasure. Sitting up, you grabbed one of the couch pillows and stuffed it between your legs to grind against, so you could bring your hands up to your chest to massage and play with your own nipples. Desperately rutting against the pillow, again you were jealous that their much larger hands weren’t the ones cupping your breasts or playing between your legs. “Fuck Kennedy….when you twist your hand like that….shit….” Chris’s voice came out through pleasured pants, over the teasing of his chest, he wound his fingers through Leon’s blonde locks to coax him upwards to connect their mouths together in another passionate kiss while Leon continued to work both of them. The sight of the sloppy kiss along with your wildly bucking hips, you came, hard legs shaking against the pillow a loud noise a mix between a cry and moan left your mouth. They paused what they were doing to look over at you. “She really did get off on watching us.” Leon said, pulling back. “Well, I think we did put on a pretty good show. More than earned our reward, didn’t we?” You nodded, not being able to properly speak just yet.”Here, let us help.” Chris cooed, standing up once Leon was out of the way. He gently pushed you back so he could hook his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, sliding the soaked fabric off of your legs before chucking them somewhere with all the other forgotten articles of clothing. “We get your full attention now, yeah?” Leon purred leaning forward to capture your lips with his mouth. You hungrily kissed him back, clinging to his hair, not wanting him to pull away. Between your legs you felt the head of Chris’ swollen cock running along your slit, and jolt of pleasure causing your legs to twitch each time it made it’s way over your clit. “Can’t wait to fuck you open baby.” He said, slowly pushing inside of you. The feeling of being full was just what you needed, back arching off the couch in pleasure. “Fuck your pussy is always so goddamn tight.” You were soaked already from your first orgasm, so he didn’t bother to start slow, fucking you at a rapid pace, holding your hips steady as he bullied himself deeper and deeper into your cunt with each thrust. The feeling was overwhelming as you clawed at Leon’s back for support. He chuckled and moved his mouth down your body with soft kisses, offsetting the rough pace of his friend. It was too sweet for your liking. “Lee please….bite me… mark me…god fuck…” A particularly hard thrust made your vision go fuzzy for a second. Luckily for you, he obliged your request, alternating between sweet kisses and harsh bites down your neck and as far down as he could go while Chris was fucking you. “Good girl.” Chris praised slowly down a little, rolling his hips into you. “Such a good girl. Sat so pretty watching us, teaching us a lesson while her own little pussy was whining and empty.”

“Fuck yeah she did, we’re gonna have to fill her up to thank her.” Leon moved his hand to your stomach, applying gentle pressure to the spot where the outline of Chris’ cock could be felt, intensifying the already stuffed feeling you had. His free hand moved down to rub at your nearly too-sensitive clit.

An incoherent stream of babbles left your mouth as your second orgasm rippled waves of heat throughout your body, legs shaking. Your silky walls tightened as Chris fucked you through it. “Fuck baby, gonna cum, gonna fill you up real good.” True to his words, not more than a few deep thrusts later and his cock twitched as he came, the familiar feeling of hot cum filling your insides. You looked up and Leon, glassy eyed and exhausted. His cock was still painfully hard and swollen. “It ok if I fuck your tits baby?”

You nodded eagerly, Chris helping to prop you up with a pillow at just the right angle so Leon could straddle you, cock lined up perfectly between your pillowy breasts. You reached forward to press them together to give him more friction while he rocked his hips. “Shit baby, even your tits feel so fucking good. Perfect little Princess with a perfect pussy and perfect tits.” You could feel Chris’ cum leaking out of you but it didn’t matter, watching the pleasure on Leon’s face as he finally got the release he deserved was enough to distract you from anything else. 

Chris wrapped an arm around the other man from behind so Leon could lean back into him, they shared a kiss before Chris reached forward to grab Leon’s cock in his hand. “Keep your tits like that sweetheart.” He commanded as he pumped Leon with his hand. “Such a good boy Kennedy, waiting your turn and everything.” He praised as he picked up the pace with his hand. Between the earlier blowjob and having to sideline while Chris fucked you,  it didn’t take long for Leon to finish either. You felt the warm liquid as it splattered all over your breasts and face, Chris continuing to pump him until his legs twitched from overstimulation and nothing else came out. Leon collapsed on the couch to recuperate, he turned and gave you a smile. “You always look the most beautiful like that baby, fucked out and covered in my cum.” You were too exhausted to say anything back and opted to close your eyes. “Hey I know you're tired but how about a bath first?” Chris asked softly. You shook your head defiantly with what little movement you were willing to give. “Well at least let me clean you up and move you to the bed ok?” “Do I have a choice?” “No.” They said in unison.  You sighed feeling the plush texture of a towel against your skin wiping away any bodily fluids. You would need a real shower later, but it would do for now so you could get on with the nap your body desperately wanted. Once cleaned, one of the two lifted you up and carried you to your room – you didn’t bother to open your eyes to figure out who.  “Are you two going to stop arguing from now on at least?” You probed between yawns.

“Yeah we will…” Chris said softly.

“We’ll try.” Leon corrected.

“Promise?”

“We promise.”

The second your head hit the pillow and your body was encased between them, you were out like a light – in the very back of your mind hoping they meant their promise this time.

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What is Happening to Me (Part 16)

Leon x F!Reader

Words: 1,907 Contains: Dead Body, Very Sad Leon.

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Leon was silent, everything was rushing through his head, yet at the same time he was thinking about nothing. He never expected to know how he would feel if this ever happened. He had been preparing himself over these passed few hours for if this was the news he was going to receive, but deep in his mind he never actually believed it would be the news he would ever get.

Once Chris was ready to be taken on a stretcher to an aircraft osprey outside, Leon was told to follow. At the moment he was just the body of a human, his mind and soul seeming to not be present anymore.

Chris was secured near the front of the osprey and Leon sat in a chair at Chris' feet. Head hanging low, shoulders sagging with his hands limply resting over his thighs. Just before they were about to take off for the long trip to the United States, two doctors in full disposable splash suits carry a stretcher and place it at the back of the aircraft. A black body bag covered in at least 2 or 3 layers of plastic was on the stretcher. A tag was stuck into the top layers of protective plastic with writing on it.

The body was too far away to be able to read what was on the tag, however the both of them could easily guess what it says. The aircraft then finally took off from the ground, leaving Germany's soil, next to be landing home in Washington, DC.

After 20 minutes Leon had done well to keep himself together as best he could, then he made the mistake of finally looking over to the stretcher they had brought in. This is what breaks him.

Leon's nose scrunches up, the corners of his mouth turning down as his bottom lip quivered. The tears that had just been falling every so often now flow from his eyes like a stream. Slouching in the seat he was in he covers his face with his hands, loud sobs leaving his mouth as he cries. Chris laying was in the stretcher hearing Leon cry like this, he had never heard this sound of pure pain leaving Leon before. He too covered his eyes with a single hand and let tears flow, silently sniffing as his own bottom lip quivered.

-----*9 Hours Later*-----

The whole trip consisted of Chris sleeping and Leon nodding in and out of sleep. He had sat beside the body bag on the stretcher after an hour into the trip. Not caring if the ground was comfortable or not he stayed by the body the whole flight.

Now back home on American soil Chris was carried to another helicopter to be taken to a hospital where he will stay until he is healed enough to go home. Leon was placed in quarantine for 2 days in the DSO's Private Hospital connected to the HQ Buildings. Hunnigan was able to come and see him, asking if she could be the one to tell him he was allowed to go home.

Leon sat in the hospital room, wearing sky blue pants and top the patients were given to wear while in quarantine and recovering in the hospital's patient wing. The door opens.

Leon stays looking out the window, hand fiddling with the white tag around his right wrist, expecting it to be someone with his food. He hadn't been hungry but he could hear your voice in his head telling him to at least eat half of what he was given.

Seeing a familiar reflection in the window his head snaps around, seeing Hunnigan with a bag of his clothes, shoes and other belongings he had been wearing upon entering quarantine. He stands to his feet and walks towards her, eyes having dark rings around them, his complexion paler than normal as he hadn't been getting the right nutrients into him. His cheeks sunken slightly from lack of nutrition.

"Oh Leon.." She says placing his bag of things on the desk beside the door.

He continues to advance closer to her, and she knew exactly what he was going to do. Opening her arms she invites him for the hug he would be taking from her even if she hadn't invited it. He wraps his arms around her and rest his cheek on her shoulder as she rubs his back. Leon was one for physical touch, she had learned this over the many many years of being his FOS since coming into the DSO.

He pulls away from the hug after a few seconds, feeling the prick of more tears wanting to show their ugly heads in his eyes. He hangs his head low and she gently placed her index finger under his chin to urge him to look at her. She could see he had been crying, and a lot.

"Why don't you get dressed? I am going to drive you home. Your bike has been taken back to your place so it'll be waiting there for you." She explained.

Leon only gives a nod and takes the bag on the desk and leaves into the bathroom to change. Placing the hospital clothing in a material hamper in there. Leaving the bathroom, Hunnigan was standing against the desk she had left his stuff. Leon followed her out of the building, knowing which car was hers he could spot it in the car park and makes it his destination. Opening the driver's side door for Ingrid she gives him a smile as she slides into her car. Closing the door after she was in, Leon walks around the front of the silver Audi, sliding into the passenger side of the car. He rests his head against the seat.

Ingrid looks over to Leon as he exhales heavily, giving him a gently look of concern. Her car comes to life and she drives Leon home. Ingrid usually has the radio playing at a low volume, waiting until she was out of the city before turning it off.

Leon's head turns from looking out the window to the radio, knowing she was about to speak up. "I know this is a silly question, but how are you holding up?" She asks, flicking a glance at Leon before looking back to the road in front of her.

Leon just huffs out a breathy laugh, turning his head to the window on his right, chin resting in his hand. "I don't know. Not good. But at the same time it hasn't hit me yet. You know?"

Ingrid nods in understanding. She wasn't sure how he would be feeling, but she was also torn up about the situation. They sit at a red light and Ingrid suddenly exhales, turning her blinker off, going straight instead of turning left into the hills to Leon's house.

"My house is that way." Leon says as they start moving on the green.

"I know. I'm not taking you home."

Leon frowns looking to her with confusion. "What? You wanting to get something to eat first? I'm not hungry so you don't need to worry about me." He says turning back to look out his window.

"I'm taking you back to the Facility."

This makes Leon adjust his position in his seat. "I don't need to go back to the hospital if that's what you're thinking."

Ingrid shakes her head as she does a loop around the block, undoing their progress of going to Leon's home. After a few minutes of silence she pipes up. "I'm taking you to the morgue."

Leon felt his chest tighten. He would like to say his goodbyes, hold her hand one last time, apologies. He needed closure. "Thank you."

Ingrid nods and continues to drive back to the facility, parking her car around the back of the hospital wing. Both make their way into the lower levels where the morgue is. Walking up to the front desk, Leon trails behind Ingrid, hands in his leather jacket pockets.

"We are wanting to view a body." Ingrid says to the receptionist.

"What is the name?" She asks, rolling her chair to the other side of the desk surrounding her. Taking out a folder from a drawer she flicks through to the back. Ingrid gives the receptionist your name and she nods getting your body's location. "This way." She says standing up, leading the both of them down the cold hallway and into a room on the right.

Entering the room, the lady walks along the wall of silver doors. "Right here." She says as she opens the silver door with your name and pulls out the tray. The same black body bag is on the tray, this time without the layering of plastic.

"Lucky you came in today, she was supposed to be taken to the furnace this morning. But we seem to be having trouble with the lighting mechanism." She nods and looks to Leon, taking notice now if his posture. "I'll leave you alone." She then leaves the room, closing the door behind her to give them that little bit more privacy.

Ingrid watches the lady leave and turns to the black body bag. Taking it upon herself, she starts to unzip it. Ingrid frowns upon seeing the body. "That's.." She then struts towards the door, opening it and catching the lady halfway down the hall.

Leon's back straightens as he sees Ingrid leave the room, that wasn't like her, she wasn't one to shy away from a dead body. Even if it was a close friend. Leon brings himself to look at the body bag. Stepping closer he opens what Ingrid had unzipped. It wasn't you. Was there maybe a mix up?

He steps back and looks at the name on the metal door. That was your name, so why wasn't this you lying on the tray? He closed the bag and gently pushed the tray in, closing the door quietly to be respectful to whoever this was.

Leon leaves the room and walks at a fast pace towards Ingrid talking to the lady going through files on her desk.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. But this is the exact same body that came in the other day. Everything is checking out other than the obvious." The poor lady says stressing, maybe there was a mix up? But all the information she had was correct.

Ingrid looks to Leon who overhears as he approached. "I don't think she came back with you." She says to Leon who's eyes widen. She couldn't tell what emotion it was from though.

Leon hurries to the stairs and starts to walk up them quickly. "Leon!" She calls then huffs out, turning to the girl behind the counter. "Thank you, but maybe we should get finger prints of the body and see who it is before you burn her." 

The girl then nods, hopping on the desk phone to her manager. Ingrid chasing after Leon and exiting the building. Leon was pacing, his hand holding his phone to his ear.

"Come on.. pick up." He says to himself.

"Leon?"

"Chris! It's not (Y/N)!" Leon said as soon as he heard Chris answer.

"What? What do you mean it's not her?" Chris was confused. "The body that came back with us?"

Leon continues to pace back and forth, his free hand running through his hair, pulling his fringe back. "Yes. She's still in Germany!"

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Room for One More

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader x chris redfield

summary: months ago, chris let his apprentice slip through his fingers when she transferred to the d.s.o. to work with leon kennedy. now the three of them have been sent on a mission together and are forced to share a hotel room.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, threesome, p in v, oral sex (f and m recieving), face-sitting, exhibitionism, age gap (early 20s, late 30s), jealousy, light angst

word count: 9.2k

a/n: had this in my drafts since february let's go. hope you guys like it <3

You and Leon were so fucking annoying.

Irritating, aggravating, infuriating pains in his ass. That’s all Chris could think while speeding down the road, his knuckles white from their tight grip on the steering wheel. The three of you were all supposed to be professionals for god’s sake. He shouldn’t have to deal with the two of you acting no better than a couple of horny teenagers during a fucking mission.

It was constant. The giggling and gasping, soft whines of “Leon stoppppp.” And he could hear Leon’s stupid fucking smirk when he chuckled and kept doing whatever was causing you to squirm around with him in the back seat. If he had to sit through much more of this, he was pretty sure he’d end up plowing the car into a nearby tree and putting himself out of his misery.

Chris glanced in the rearview mirror. Darkness engulfed the car right now, making it hard to clearly see what his ‘partners’ were up to. All he could really make out was that Leon’s head had been in the crook of your neck but was now tilted upwards to capture you in a kiss. The only thing keeping him sane was the miniscule light in the distance. The small reminder that he wouldn’t be stuck in the car with the sounds of saliva swapping forever. He lets out a deep sigh and shakes his head, trying to will himself to just tune the aggravation out. But as the minutes pass by, each wet smack of lips grates on his nerves more and more.

“Can you two cut it out back there? I’m trying to focus,” he says. His harsh stare remains on the road ahead.

He hears your bodies briefly untangling as his words pierce the bubble you had created for yourselves. Leon is the first to respond.

“Our mistake, Redfield. Didn’t know it was such a challenge to go twenty-five miles an hour on an empty road,” he remarks. Again, Chris’s blood boils as he senses that self-satisfied expression taking over the other man’s features.

Your light slap to Leon’s bicep sounds through the car’s interior. “Sorry, Chris. We’ll keep it down,” you apologize.

In contrast to your boyfriend, your tone rings genuine. You sounded almost a little embarrassed by Chris calling out your antics. Your soft voice drifting to his ears actually softens him a tad. He knew the expression you wore now too. How your eyes were fixed on the DSO agent, giving him the glare you used when you wanted to seem firm. In reality, it came off as cute, like an angry kitten. And now Leon got to be the one to grin at you and shake his head, amused by your sweet face. He got to be in the position Chris let slip through his fingers months ago.

***

You’d been his first. Started out at the BSAA as his rookie. Your first day you’d been so bright-eyed, hopeful and ready to start out your career and face the world. He’d been reluctant to take on a trainee at first. It’s a lot of work with a 50/50 shot at reward, but the second he laid eyes on you, he knew the luck of the draw had worked in his favor.

You were the ideal apprentice. A great listener, eager to learn everything you could, and accepting of commands. Every day with you was a breeze. And besides the parts of you suited for your job, you were just generally pleasant to be around. He could joke with you, talk to you about damn near any subject. You were a great partner in the field too. At first, he’d been worried. A cute little thing like you taking on bioterrorists? He struggled to believe that would work out. As soon as he saw you in action though, you left no doubt that he’d been wrong. He became more taken with you upon seeing you act so capable. He realized that he felt a connection with you that he’d been lacking for so much of his life.

Unfortunately for him, he had these pesky things called ‘morals’ that prevented him from pursuing you. Every time he legitimately considered flirting or asking you out, the guilt gnawed at him, filling his mind with words of shame rather than anything that could charm you. No matter how he thought about it, he just couldn’t work out any way it would be right. Not only were you his subordinate, his rookie, you were nearly twenty years his junior too. You shouldn’t be wasting the prime of your life with some old man, so he cut off any hope of being more than a mentor to you.

About a year after he’d taken you on, the two of you were sent on that mission in Texas. It was simple, standard, routine. You and Chris were simply there to assist local police with the aftermath of a bioterror attack. Both of you were in the transport vehicle on the way to the site, and this was a rare occasion where he was pretty calm. He wasn’t tense or anxious, didn’t have any other motive than getting in and getting out. He was just enjoying the ride and watching your pretty face soak up the sunlight beaming through the window.

What he hadn’t been briefed on was the DSO’s involvement in the case. More specifically, a certain DSO agent’s presence. Apparently he’d been in the area on unrelated business and had been ordered to stop by in case your team needed assistance.

The two of you got out of the car and wandered through the remnants of the event. At first, Chris was happy to see him. It’d been a while, and he seemed to be in a better place than the last time they’d met. You seemed happy to see him too despite the fact that you’d never met before. Right then, Chris should’ve known it was over.

“Who’s that?” you asked with more interest than he felt was appropriate, leaning closer his muscular frame to keep your tone hushed.

He glanced down at you and raised his eyebrows, initially amused with the way you almost seemed in awe.

“Leon Kennedy. He’s with the DSO. Probably just here for some backup,” he informed you.

You nodded, and as you padded along behind Chris, your eyes remained locked on the agent in front of you. If he hadn’t been wrapped around your finger, it would have been obvious to him that you were developing a little crush. You became so bashful around Leon. Smiling up at him, batting your eyelashes like a cartoon character, following him around the scene like a puppy.

At the time, Chris thought that you were simply intrigued by the prestige of the DSO. Looking back, he couldn’t believe how clueless he’d been.

It was only six weeks later that you came to his office to notify him you were transferring agencies.

“What do you mean transferring? I’ve been training you to work here. I need you here,” Chris said.

Your eyes had cast down. Your body appeared to shrink in on itself. “I know. The BSAA is important and all, and I’ll always be grateful for what I learned here. It’s just that Leon said…”

And those last two words were all Chris heard.

“Leon said? What’s he know? He met you one time. He’s gonna try and tell you that you’re a better fit for the DSO?” he asked, probably coming off more interrogating than concerned, “You’re perfect for what we do here. The Agency hasn’t had someone with your propensity for research and field work in years.”

All his reasons paled in comparison to the hearts you had in your eyes for Leon. Chris ended the day by signing off on your transfer and watching you pack up your desk. You gave him a hug and tearful words of goodbye before walking out the translucent doors of the BSAA building.

The next time he saw you was another two months after that. He had to bring some files over to the DSO building. The only thing he was looking forward to about it was seeing how his rookie was adapting to her new position. He wasn’t prepared for the sharp pain in his chest when he saw your new position was on Leon’s lap.

Your eyes had gone wide. You shot up off the other man’s thighs to try and act as if you two were merely two agents and nothing more. Chris wasn’t fooled, but he kept his composure even in the face of Leon’s obvious amusement. He had no real place to get mad at you. It’s not like you were throwing your career away; you still held a respectable position at a federal government agency. You hadn’t betrayed him either. The relationship between you and him had actually just been professional. He had no claim on you that could keep Leon away. The only thing Chris had to be angry about was the fact that you were going to spend the prime of your life with some guy over a decade older than you. It just wasn’t gonna be him.

***

The collection of lights down the road were getting closer now. You and Leon had settled down enough to make the last fifteen minutes of this trip bearable. Chris glances around the small, misty town the road was leading into. It was pretty desolate and old-fashioned. Everything was tinted orange from the dated street lamps lining the road. Buildings were mostly bricks except for the upcoming motel which looked primarily wooden. It would’ve been eerie if he wasn’t so exhausted.

He pulled into the parking lot of the place and stopped the car. Turning around in his seat to talk to you and Leon, he tries not to roll his eyes at how the younger man has you tucked to his side while you show him something on your phone.

Chris clears his throat. Leon’s eyes meet his, still smug from the earlier exchange. He can’t be mad though because you look up at him in earnest, ready to do what needs to be done.

“The target isn’t going to be passing through until tomorrow. How would the two of you feel about staying here for the night?” he asks.

Fortunately, you and Leon seem to want to rest for a while just as much as he does so there’s no pushback.

Chris steps out of the car into the brisk air. He heads across the way into the small lobby of the motel to grab a room. You and your boyfriend handle getting the small bags you were allowed to take on missions out of the car.

“Cold out here, baby,” Leon mumbles as he pulls you flush against his chest and plants some kisses down your neck.

“Mhm. And you’re making me shiver more,” you say as you still try to collect the bags.

He chuckles at your little joke and nips at the warm flesh of your throat. “Once we get in the room, I think I’ll be able to heat you up,” he says.

You giggle and squirm a bit in his hold as Chris comes back to the car. He’s stone faced, but for once on this trip, it isn’t due to you and Leon.

“They only have one room available,” he says flatly and holds up the small golden key.

Your face drops and Leon lets go of you.

“What do you mean they only have one room?” he asks, “Look at this place. It doesn’t even look like anyone’s even accidentally wandered through here in this century. How could they only have one room?”

“They said the others are closed for renovation,” Chris relays.

“Renovation for what? For the ghosts of people who stayed here the last time this place was actually full?” Leon continues.

“I don’t know, man. You wanna go in there and argue with the lady at the desk? She’s half deaf and in a great mood, I’m sure she’ll be open to hearing your concerns,” the older man says sarcastically, beginning to grow frustrated.

Their bickering continues as you glance around at your surroundings. It was cold, it was dark, and it really was starting to creep you out how empty this place was.

You carefully take Leon’s hand and give it a little tug.

���I’m really tired. Can we just deal with it for the night?” you ask him hopefully.

He looks over at you, the petty complaints seeping from his body when he hears your soft voice requesting something so simple.

He sighs and nods. “Yeah, sweetheart,” he says and kisses your forehead.

Chris is grateful for your intervention and scoops up the bags so you aren’t bothered with them. The three of you walk in line to your room.

The door creaks as your ex-mentor pushes it open. It’s pitch black inside until Leon reaches over and taps the light switch. Your eyes scan the small room. It wasn’t a horrible set up. The furniture was a little vintage to put it nicely, but it didn’t feel haunted. Two double beds sat against one wall while a ratty leather chair occupied the opposite corner. Besides that there was a dresser, an old tv that was shaped like a cube, and a small counter with a microwave and mini-fridge. Leon looks around with the same disinterest displayed on your face.

“Hey, at least there isn’t only one bed,” he jokes and slaps Chris’s shoulder.

The older man rolls his eyes and tosses his duffel onto the mattress closest to the door. You and your boyfriend follow suit. You tuck your bag neatly against the side of the dresser while he drops it on the floor next to the farther bed.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” Chris tells the both of you as he fishes some fresh clothes and toiletries out of his bag.

He gets two unconcerned nods in response, and that’s enough for him to head to the bathroom. As he’s shutting the door, he can already hear your giggling starting up again along with the creak of the mattress, presumably from Leon pulling you down onto it.

Turning on the water, he sighs deeply. The faucet was as old as everything else in the room. It whooshed and groaned before starting up and letting out some water. The stream was hot and even, so he guessed he couldn't complain too much. He sheds his clothes and steps in the shower that was too small for him. The confined area didn’t act as much as a reprieve for him. His head is about three or four inches too tall for where the showerhead was angled. The slick curtain clings to the part of his bicep that stuck out against it.

It felt like a physical manifestation of how the next twelve hours would feel.

Being in the room next to you and Leon would’ve been bad enough. He’d have to hear you two going at it for hours like there was no tomorrow, but at least he’d be alone. He wouldn’t have to repress his grimaces or hide his wistful exhales. No one would have to know how shameful he looked when he felt himself getting hard over the way you whined and mewled for the other agent.

Now you two wouldn’t be going at it, but he’d have to be in the room clouded by both of your desires to do it. He’d have to watch the lingering looks and hear the little hitches in your breaths. He’d see whatever cute little pajamas wore and the way you curled up to Leon beneath the covers. He’d witness how peaceful your face looked while you slept in another man’s arms.

He’d honestly just prefer to be forced to listen to the sounds of your headboard banging against the wall all night.

But he pushes those thoughts away to finish up washing himself. His large hands guide the shampoo out of his hair and glide the washcloth over his muscular form. The steam starting to rise helps to calm him a little.

He isn’t in there for much longer before he shuts the water off and steps out of the shower to dry off. He wraps a towel around his waist, letting the cloth hang on hips just below his happy trail and v-line. His reflection gazes back at him through the fog on the mirror as he rubs a towel over his head and dries his hair.

In an effort to be considerate, he dresses in the bathroom. Gray sweats cover his lower half while a loose t-shirt adorns his chest. He makes sure everything in the bathroom is back in place before heading back out there, hopefully to just get some sleep and not be bothered by his temporary roommates.

That isn’t meant to be though. As soon as he steps back into the main portion of the room, he’s greeted by the sight of Leon’s hand down your shorts and your lips locked together in a flurry of kisses. He’s frozen in place for a moment, watching how Leon’s knuckles move underneath the fabric between your legs. Though a moment later, he remembers how he should be reacting.

“Come the fuck on,” he says and brings his hand to his face in frustration.

Your eyes widen, and your head snaps up. Leon lazily glances in his direction. Chris looks back at the pair of you, thinking you’d had enough time to readjust. What really enrages him now is that Leon’s hand was still where it was. You have to grab his wrist and pull it away.

“I’m so sorry, Chris,” you apologize without another thought, “We got distracted and didn’t hear the water shut off. I’m so-”

He doesn’t even look at you though. He’s locked in a stare with the other man in the room.

“Grow the fuck up, Leon,” he says, his tone deadly serious, “I’ve had enough of this shit. You’re acting like a fucking high schooler. Like a dog with a bone.”

You go silent and look down with guilt. He would’ve felt bad if he wasn’t so fed up. To make matters worse, Leon merely rolls his eyes.

“Jesus, calm down,” he says, “You’re acting like you just walked in on a porno or something. You’ve never seen two people making out?”

“Leon, shut up,” you say, keeping your voice hushed as if Chris couldn’t hear you from a small distance of ten feet. Your boyfriend doesn’t even acknowledge you though.

“That’s not what it’s about, and you know that. I don’t give a shit if the two of you want to make out till your lips are blue. Do it on your own time. I don’t wanna have to deal with the two of you slobbering all over each other while I’m trying to do my job,” he says with a glare.

“That’s not what this is about either, and you know it,” the younger man retorts.

“Leon, just give it up!” you plead. He shoots you a look though that makes you react like a scolded puppy.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chris asks incredulously as he crosses his arms.

Your boyfriend almost laughs in his face. He sits up, looking at him with a more pointed gaze. “You don’t care about what I’m doing. You’re pissed off because I’m doing it with her,” he taunts.

Somehow the look on Chris’s face darkens further.

“Alright, man. I’m sure that’s what it is. It’s not you just being an insecure dickhead like always,” he says, trying to sound dismissive as he walks to his own bed, “You're more immature than I thought.”

“Don’t try to act like it’s bullshit because I know it’s the truth. All the years I’ve known you, all the missions we’ve partnered on; this isn’t the first time you’ve seen me with a girl but you’ve never pitched a fit about it before,” Leon says.

Chris shakes his head, not dignifying the accusations with a response, but he won’t give it up.

“Also, you think I’m fucking stupid? You think I don’t see the way you’re looking at her? Undressing her with your eyes, laser focused every time she bends over? I think if she gave you the go ahead, you wouldn’t even hesitate to steal her away from me,” he says.

You notice as they argue that in contrast to the genuine aggravation on Chris’s face, Leon’s words come from somewhere else. Almost as if he’s enjoying calling him a liar, poking and prodding at the other man to provoke a reaction.

Chris looks directly at him now as if he’s ready to lunge in a moment’s notice.

“Shut your mouth. You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says.

“Tell me then. Tell me how it is.”

That makes the older man pause. Of course Leon was right, but under no circumstances would he make that apparent.

“She had a bright future ahead of her, and look what you’ve done. She’s the best either one of the agencies has had in years, and you keep her in the palm of your hand like she’s a barbie doll!” he exclaims.

He sees the flicker of hurt on your face and knows he fucked up, but he could apologize later. He continues speaking to try and temporarily rectify his slip up.

“She’s too good for you, Leon,” he says simply, sighing and sitting down on his bed.

You see genuine emotion flash in your boyfriend's eyes. Chris struck a chord, picking at a very real insecurity Leon held. But he wanted to win this confrontation too, so he wouldn’t let that be known. Instead, he beckons you to him with a languid wave of his hand.

“C’mere, baby.”

Chris rolls his eyes, thinking Leon was gonna swoop in to comfort you for the way your feelings had been hurt. You waddle across the mattress on your knees and plop down between his legs, your back against his chest. His hands sweep over your stomach, soothingly caressing your skin.

“She might be too good for me, but you’re pissed off because she’s too good for you too,” he says.

“Leon, stop,” you whisper. Tomorrow was going to be awkward enough as is. He didn’t need to make it any worse.

Chris glances up at the two of you but looks down again quickly, not wanting to see the way the other man’s hands moved on your body.

“You think I’m the bad guy. That I’m corrupting your innocent little rookie,” Leon mocks, “But tell me you wouldn’t take my place if you could.”

“I wouldn’t,” he mumbles instantaneously.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me. Tell me that if she was actually interested in you, that you wouldn’t have taken her in your arms as fast as you could. When she was prancing around the BSAA, looking up at you with stars in her eyes, tell me you didn’t want her,” your boyfriend challenges.

Chris looks up at the both of you. His expression is hard to read. It’s some mixture of hurt and relief that you’re unfamiliar with.

“I didn’t,” he maintains.

Leon’s hand continues trailing on your tummy up and down. His fingers coast in between your breasts, causing you to shiver, but everyone’s so wrapped up in the conflict that you choose not to say anything.

“That’s a shame because I’m pretty sure your little rookie had a crush on you,” he says quietly.

“Don’t joke around like that Leon,” Chris scoffs at the same time as your eyes widen and you start to tell your boyfriend to be quiet.

“Shh shh shh,” he hushes you and places a small kiss on your temple, “You’re giving yourself away, sweetheart.”

You look down and the man across from you just looks confused. Leon smirks at the both of you before resuming.

“C’mon man. Don’t tell me you couldn’t see it. She’s a terrible liar, and I think she had it pretty bad for you. I just came along and pulled her attention elsewhere,” he says, teasing you while redirecting his words to Chris.

Your face was heating up fast as Leon aired out a confession you’d made to him on a night after too many drinks. Chris slowly returned his gaze back to the two of you. Instead of bothering with Leon, he looked into your eyes this time.

“Is that true?” he asks.

Every limb on your body feels frozen up, but you manage to force your head into nodding. You hear Leon chuckle from behind you, which only intensifies how awkward you feel.

“I liked you at first when I first started working at the BSAA. For the first few months,” you begin to explain. It’s not like anything you said would help the situation at all, but it still felt like you were supposed to offer something.

He continues staring at you, and you honestly can’t tell what’s running through his mind. All you can think is that he looks like he’s in pain. Meanwhile, your boyfriend’s hands caress over your skin in a pattern they’d developed.

“You were just so nice and understanding with me-” you start. But you’re cut off by your sharp gasp when Leon’s hand slides under the waistband of your bottoms and into your panties.

“Leon!” you whimper as fast as his fingers find your clit. You grab his wrist and try to pull it away like you’d done earlier, but when he didn’t want to be interrupted, he wouldn’t be. It wasn’t like you tried too hard anyways. You were still a little pent up from earlier, craving the pleasure that had been cut short.

“No, go on, sweetheart. Keep telling Chris how much you liked him. I know he wants to hear it,” he says lowly while his fingers toy with you.

“Leon,” Chris says firmly, trying to stand up for you. But fuck, if he didn’t want to keep watching your breath hitch and your hips squirm. Or your face getting pouty whenever his fingers stroked a certain way.

“Chris,” he says back, “Don’t act like you don’t wanna see. This might be your only chance.”

He smirks and kisses your temple again, rotating the pad of his middle finger over your clit. The motions draw little whines from you, and your eyes flutter. You keep them on Chris, looking into his own as you sink back into Leon’s chest.

“Go ahead, honey. Continue your story,” Leon prompts.

“You were so sweet- mm- and you taught me a lot and- ah- I don’t know it was just a little crush,” you say timidly.

Chris watches you. He doesn’t move at all for fear of bringing attention to how fast his cock has hardened.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he breathes.

“Cause you were my boss,” you say, “I- Leon fuck- I didn’t wanna put you in a bad position.”

His chest feels like it’s turned to stone as he takes in these revelations. It’s hard not to let the regret take over. The realization that he’d been much closer to everything he’d wanted threatened to consume him if he dwelled on it. That on top of the fact that he was hearing all this while you whimpered another man’s name between your words had his mind scrambled.

“It wouldn’t have put me in a bad position, sweetheart,” he says, attempting to sound normal about the situation.

Your lips curve further down, as if you feel guilty for the mess of emotions building inside him. Behind you, Leon’s mouth makes the opposite expression.

“What happened to not wanting her, Redfield?” he teases.

“Shut up,” Chris says. Even if he wasn’t the one pleasuring you, this was a moment for you and him.

His eyes are locked on you, trying to drink in everything about the vision of beauty in front of him. Leon’s warning that this could be the only time he gets to see it echoes in his mind. He doesn’t know how he’ll survive if this is the only time. He doesn’t think he could ever get enough of this. The way your lashes flutter and your eyes look dreamy. How your soft thighs tremble while spread open. The little movements of your hips rocking your ass back and forth against the man behind you.

Why couldn’t that man be him?

It was the most blissful form of torture he’d experienced. He tried to tell himself that even if he just got to watch you cum, it’d be worth it. It’d be better to share this unforgettable sliver of time with you than to have nothing special at all.

He tries to refocus himself back on enjoying the view of your shorts sliding off your legs rather than mourn the relationship he’d lost out on. It was just nearly impossible to avoid envisioning himself and the other man swapped. He had imagined you in his lap like that for months before you even knew the name Leon Kennedy.

Chris’s mind is actually drawn back to the action in front of him once Leon’s got your shorts off, and your panties are fully exposed. The crotch is soaked through. He can see the way the fabric sticks to your center, only peeling away to make space for the nimble fingers working beneath it.

“Leon…” you mewl and tilt your head back against his shoulder.

“I know, princess,” he murmurs, “You’re doing such a good job showing off for Chris. I’m proud of you. You’re really making it worth his while.”

“Thank you,” you whimper.

Leon grins at your display of submission and rewards you with a gentle pinch to your clit. You yelp, and Chris’s cock jerks inside his pants. His bulge is completely visible to everyone in the room by now, no way of sitting could hide that. Despite his arousal, he still had questions.

“Am I the reason you left?” he decides to ask you.

He watches you snap out of the throes of lust and look at him. You hesitate before answering.

“No,” you say softly, “I left to be with Leon.”

It feels like a dagger straight to his heart. He watches any chance of salvaging you as his own die before his very eyes, those words acting as the nails in the coffin. It shows on his face too because he can see the guilt replacing the desire in your eyes. Even Leon’s face flashes with some sympathy. He tilts his head towards you again and nips at the shell of your ear.

“I think you might have hurt Chris’s feelings, baby,” he chides lovingly. His hand then leaves your panties and goes with his other one to your waist. Boosting you to your feet, he looks up at you and taps your ass. “Maybe you should help him feel better. Show him some of what I taught you.”

There’s only a brief pause on your part. You stand between the two beds, between the two men, looking back and forth. You weren’t against the idea at all, it just didn’t seem real. You never imagined this happening in your wildest dreams.

You drop to your knees and approach Chris from the ground, positioning yourself between his legs and looking up at him.

“You don’t have to,” he says, his tone quiet and genuine.

You reach up, sliding your hand up his thigh to palm at his bulge.

“I know,” you respond.

In the simplest of terms, you were still very much attracted to Chris. Your relationship with Leon had extinguished the torch you carried for him down to a small flame, but on a physical and instinctual level, you still wanted him bad. Especially having not cum yet after being teased twice. Your fingers unzip his pants and begin pulling them down, eager to get his cock out.

In a way, you were pretty sure you loved him. Not in the way you love Leon. You knew that. You didn’t dream of love and marriage and the baby carriage with Chris. But for so long, he’d been your safe space. Amongst the violence and horrors in the world of Bioterrorism, your mentor had always been there for you to hold your hand.

You yank his pants down to his ankles, and his dick flops out against his thigh. Your eyes widen slightly. It made sense for it to be big just like everything else on him was, but the sight had you drooling. It was thick and long, from one look you could only imagine how it would stretch you out.

Your fingers wrap around the length, feeling its warmth. The veins that sprawl across it pulse with desire for you. He moans quietly with only one stroke. Your hand pumps up and down tentatively as you spit down onto it for some lubrication.

No one in the room is in the mood to be teased tonight, so you lean in and flick your tongue against the tip. Another groan bubbles from Chris’s lips and you can feel Leon’s lecherous gaze on you the entire time. You lap at the head some more and keep working your fist up and down.

You’re either very talented or Chris is very needy for you, because it only takes a handful of gentle licks before precum beads at the top. His eyes are blown out and locked on you as you suckle the swollen tip between your lips and bob your head. Your mouth is the perfect combination of warm and wet and soft. You cup his balls and give them a gentle massage while working your magic.

He reaches down and pets your head as you work. His head snaps up when he hears the other man speak to him.

“How’s it feel? As good as you imagined?” he asks.

“Better,” Chris moans.

His breaths enter and exit his lungs in deep puffs. This truly was better than he could’ve imagined. Everything about you was beyond the capabilities of human imagination. Your gags were so soft and tender. They were precious despite their inherent lewd nature. You looked up at him with glossy eyes, maintaining eye contact most of the time. That was something he’d taught you. Your first days of work you were always looking down at your shoes or right through him at the wall. He’d been the one to tell you eye contact was important. It was the most baseline form of connection.

You take your mouth off Chris’s shaft with a small pop. A string of saliva dangles between you and his cock, but you quickly destroy it when your lips smoosh against the flushed skin. You kiss the tip over and over, savoring the taste of precum it brings.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, not caring if he heard or not.

But he does, and his gaze softens. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, rookie,” he says back.

Leon decides not to interrupt the exchange or tease Chris about the old nickname for you. He had no genuine ill will toward the other man. That plus his own cock was rising to attention, and he was more interested in palming it through his jeans.

“You're such a good girl. You don’t need to apologize for anything,” Chris continues to coo at you as you take his length back into your mouth.

His eyes crinkle as they shut. He doesn’t want to cum yet just in case there was the chance for anything more. You’re too taken with servicing him to notice that you should maybe slow down. Lucky for the both of you, Leon intervenes.

“Ah ah, baby. Don’t take Chris out of the fun too quick,” he tuts, reaching forward to guide your head back.

You pull off obediently and lean back onto your knees. Chris sighs at the reprieve but nearly blows his load when his eyes refocus on you gazing up at him with spit and precum on your lips.

“I think Chris needs a break, angel. You know how good that mouth of yours is,” he says and pets your head before looking up to the older man, “You want a little taste of her while you cool off?”

It’s like time slows to a halt in the world of Chris Redfield. The heavens part and the words he just heard are the gateway to paradise. He stares at Leon, almost in the same disbelief you had been in minutes ago.

“You’re cool with that?” he says, trying to seem casual.

“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t,” he says and shrugs, “Plus, I think your rookie deserves a treat for her performance.”

“Of course she does. She’s probably feeling pretty needy by now too,” Chris says in return, beginning to feel more comfortable with the situation at hand.

“I’ll even let you pick, man. You want her spread out on the bed or riding your face?” he asks.

You look between the both of them as they speak before stopping on Chris as he makes the decision.

“Riding my face. Want her to smother me,” the older man says as he looks down at you with his familiar smile.

Leon glances down at you too. “You heard him, baby,” he says.

You return to your feet and approach the bed closer to the window. Chris discards his pants completely and removes his shirt before lying back. He pats his chest, signaling for you to climb up. As you move closer, so does your boyfriend. He rounds the bed and sits on the other side of the mattress to watch the pair of you.

You crawl over Chris’s muscular body, looking down at him for a moment when your faces are level. You then scoot up more so you’re basically sitting on his chest. You weren’t shy about sitting on someone’s face necessarily. You’d done it for Leon about a dozen times before, but Chris was new and you didn’t know how he liked to do it. From the way he guided your hips higher up though, you could already tell he was a little more gentle than your boyfriend.

He pulls you up until your pussy is hovering over his face. Then he takes a few moments to just admire it. It was cute just like every other part of you. One of his fingers drags over your flesh and pulls on the puffy folds, showing off your pretty little clit and slick entrance.

“Don’t hold back for me, rookie. I want to taste all of you,” he says as he looks up at you.

You return his look and nod before he pulls you lower by your hips onto his face. A squeak flies from your lips when his tongue makes contact with your cunt. Leon chuckles as he watches the two of you with lustful eyes. He’s working on undressing himself now.

Chris’s tongue takes a long swipe from the bottom to the top of your pussy, taking in as much of you as he can. Right now you’re all he can smell. Every breath brings him more of you. Your taste overwhelms him too. It’s the way he wants to live. You whine as his lips engulf your clit to suck on.

“Already making such pretty noises,” Leon teases, “Is Chris doing it how you like, sweet girl?”

You nod, your eyes connecting with those of your boyfriend’s for a moment. He kneels on the bed to be closer to you. His hand comes up to stroke your cheek.

“Good. You deserve it, baby. Just look at you. So precious. No wonder he’s crazy about you too,” Leon murmurs as he leans in and kisses you deeply.

His lips move with yours as you moan into his mouth. You begin rocking your hips back and forth on Chris’s face to get more of the stimulation he’s providing you with. His tongue flattens over your cunt and presses against it in stripes, making broad strokes that spark euphoria in your belly each time. His hands lock onto your hips to keep you still enough that you’re not interrupting his devouring of you.

The constant pleasure to your core makes you lightheaded. You would be swaying if not for the two men’s combined efforts to keep you up right. Your kisses become sloppier, and to alleviate it, Leon ducks down to kiss your neck instead. He peppers your skin with hickeys, his possessive nature shining through a bit.

“My pretty girl, doing so good for us right now. Taking it like a pro,” he whispers teasingly as his hands cup your breasts and give them a tender squeeze.

His lips travel down to where his hands are. He plants a few kisses on the swell of your chest. The sight of your nipples perking up for him would never get old.

“Sweet baby, everything about you is perfect. Don’t know how Chris resisted and never got a taste,” he says as he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth.

Your head falls back and you shudder. Two mouths on you, both licking and sucking in harmony. It made you moan loud enough that you would’ve certainly got a noise complaint if any of the other rooms were occupied.

“Is that for me or Chris, babydoll?” Leon asks and smirks up at you.

“Both,” you whimper, “Both of you are making me feel so good.”

“Not picking favorites, hm?” he goads you further.

“Can’t think enough to pick one right now,” you say simply before another whine leaves you. You didn’t want any more drama. At least not before you came.

“Oh, is your head getting all foggy, baby?” he coos.

“Mhm,” you whimper and nod.

On your lower half, Chris keeps his mouth firmly attached to your pussy. He’s pretty sure you already have him addicted, and you haven’t even cum yet. He’s licking with all the dedication in the world as if this task was his life’s purpose, the action he was put on this very earth to complete.

“Tastes so fucking good,” he grunts into you as he continues open mouth kissing your cunt, “Prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Leon smiles at the compliment, almost as if it was partially intended for him by virtue of being your boyfriend.

“She’s loving you, Chris. You’ve got her brain melting out her ears,” Leon purrs while rubbing your back soothingly, steadying you from the tremors that rack your body, “Pretty baby’s probably gonna cum all over your face soon.

When he hears that, the man below you pulls your hips down even harder and locks you onto his mouth. He works even harder to please you, relishing in the way your noises grow louder and more strained.

You give Leon puppy eyes as your hand darts out for his. Your fingers squeeze his palm so tight, he’s sure there will be little red crescents on the skin when you let go.

“What is it, sweetheart? You need to hold my hand?” he croons. He gently squeezes your hand back and moves his face to your neck to press a few more kisses there. “I’ve got you, baby. You cum whenever you want, I’m not gonna let go. Show Chris how pretty you are when you cum.”

Your teeth dig into your lip and your hips quiver violently.

“Fuck Leon- I just- I- Chris,” you stutter out. Your brain rushes to latch onto something, but it can’t seem to get a lock on anything.

“Don’t gotta say anything, angel. Just cum all over my face,” Chris commands from between your thighs.

“You heard him, baby. No thinking. Just let yourself feel good. That’s what we both wanna see,” he whispers and brings your hand to his lips.

Your lips part to say something, but you decide to just listen. You grind your hips down against Chris’s mouth, gasping as the euphoria paramounts within you. Your hips roll even faster as you feel release within your grasp. You’re closing in on it when you shriek and nearly double over with the shattering feeling of your peak.

“There we go, that’s it,” Leon chuckles softly, “Show him what I get to see every night. My favorite sight in the whole world.”

Your body moves as if it’s possessed when you cum. Your back arches into a curve with supernatural speed. Your eyes are screwed shut while your mouth is wide open. The younger man next to you grins while the older man below you continues to make out with your pussy, lapping up every drop of you that he could.

When you start to come down, he lets up, knowing Leon had more in store from you. He lets your hips go, and you basically topple over onto the mattress. You inhale and exhale deeply as the cool motel sheets rest against your cheek.

Chris’s eyes are hooded from lust, the effects of the most erotic experience in his life lingering. His cock is fully hard, standing up and aching for more of your touch. Yet in a way he’s satisfied, having just made you cum, tasted the sweetest part of you, and heard your most vulnerable sounds.

Leon’s undressed on the bed, the only one of the three of you whose mind didn’t feel hazy with clouds of desire. He tugs on his stiff cock a few times as he decides what to do. His eyes flit between your crumpled up form and the other man lying on his back.

“Chris, you wanna hold her for a little bit? Have her sit in your lap?” he asks.

The older man almost felt pathetic at how eager he was to play along and say yes. Almost. Because he still does that. He nods and sits up, leaning back against the headboard.

The next move is getting you up. Your boyfriend guides you to where Chris is, and he then helps you into his lap. Your mind was coming back to normal, and you were looking up at Leon with adoration while you melted against Chris’s broad chest. You nuzzle it gently, feeling its warmth and plush quality. His thick arms encase you, making sure you feel secure.

Leon pulls you on your hips to get you a bit lower where he has easier access.

“I’m not gonna let you fuck her this time. I wanna show you how it’s done first,” Leon teases as he slots himself between your legs.

In any other instance, this would’ve pissed Chris off. Everything about it would’ve left him disappointed and annoyed. But now any negative emotion is overshadowed by two words.

This time.

Because this time implies there will be a next time. And maybe even a time after next time. Another time for him to feel his cock inside you. Another time for him to make you cum on his fingers or watch you ride him. Some of his hopes spring back to life.

Internally, his heart is soaring. He kisses your hairline carefully as Leon slides his tip between your folds that are sticky with arousal. He teases himself with the feeling only a few times before nudging the tip inside.

Your head falls back against Chris’s chest and you moan. He kisses your temple and caresses your sides as if you need to be soothed. As if this isn’t the dick you’ve been taking nightly for the last few months.

Chris’s own length is rock solid against your back. Every small change in your facial expression or rise in pitch of your voice sends blood rushing to it, the threat of cumming untouched ever present.

Leon steadily pushes in until he’s buried all the way inside and you’re nice and filled to the hilt.

“So fucking tight. You gotta feel it, Chris. You thought she tasted good? Just wait till you feel her,” he grunts.

“I bet. I could tell from how cute her pussy was. She was clenching around nothing the whole time. I’m sure she loves to squeeze down anytime she’s got a cock in her,” Chris whispers

More hope was rising in him that this wouldn’t be a one night only thing, and it took all his strength not to smile like an idiot. His knuckles move down your cheek lovingly as he speaks to you and holds you while Leon thrusts. Your body rocks gently with the momentum, pushing you against Chris’s cock each time.

“She does love to get all tight. Just wants to suck me in so I can never leave,” Leon says and holds your thighs to start thrusting harder.

“Such a needy girl. I should’ve known, rookie,” Chris murmurs to you.

“It just feels so good,” you whine, “It’s not my fault.”

“Oh I know it’s not, precious,” Leon mocks, “Your head is always full of nothing but air when I’m around. It probably just gets worse with Chris here.”

You whine in protest and squirm a little, unknowingly grinding your ass on Chris’s cock and coaxing a moan from him. Leon’s dick hits deeper too, bringing you heightened pleasure.

“You’re not an airhead, baby. You’re a sweet girl. My rookie. You just wanna feel good, hm?” Chris says teasingly.

You nod along, and from the look on his face, Leon is amused, pleased with the dynamic Chris opened up.

“No one said she isn’t sweet. Just that she goes a little dumb as soon as she’s got my dick in her,” he teases.

He sighs and his eyes roll back for a moment as you clamp around you. He keeps rocking in and out, enjoying the wet sounds coming from each one of his movements. He also can’t get enough of your mewls or the way you're clutching one of Chris’s forearms right now.

“Maybe he’s right about that. You just work so hard all the time. You need something that can calm you down,” Chris says and squeezes his arms around you, “You’re still so precious.”

You look up at Chris with lovey dovey eyes, remembering why you’d been so enamored with him in the first place. He talked to you like you were the sweetest thing to walk this earth and made you believe it. He made you feel cared for in a way that was indescribable. Pure feeling.

“Yeah you are,” Leon grunts, “And you can go as dumb as you want right now, baby. We’re both here taking care of you. I’m sure Chris loves holding you while all you can do is whine for more.”

“That’s right. I love seeing you like this, knowing you’re taken care of,” he whispers, “And you know I’ve always got you. I’ll never let my rookie go.”

All the words are overwhelming. You pant and writhe more in Chris’s grasp.

“You getting close again, babydoll?” Leon asks, knowing your tells.

You whimper and nod quickly.

“Good. I am too,” he grunts.

He starts working himself into you harder. The momentum from each snap of his hips keeps you rubbing against Chris’s shaft and working him closer to the edge as well. All three of you are panting, muscles tensing up in some way as the end approaches. 

You stare into Leon’s eyes for a moment before rotating your head and looking up at Chris. Both sets of eyes are fixated on you. The overflow of attention is the final strike your body needs to start convulsing with release. The older man’s arms tighten around you, keeping you close as your skin heats up and your noises grow whinier. Your boyfriend keeps a steel grip on your hips, his fingers stroking back and forth.

“That’s my girl,” Leon grunts, “Let it out, baby.”

He moans and lets his head fall back as he feels himself hurtling towards the finish line.

“My rookie. Just perfect, honey,” Chris whispers, “I’m so proud of you.”

The words nearly triple your pleasure and you continue to ride out the high as Leon finally cums and shoots it inside you. He nearly growls as he pounds into you, completely emptying himself. All the rutting is enough for Chris to cum too. He spurts his hot seed against the small of your back, holding onto you with all he has as his hips jerk upwards and he imagines it’s him buried inside you.

Leon’s the first to get his bearings back. He pulls out slowly, letting you adjust to the feeling of emptiness. He then rolls to the side of you and Chris, watching the final moments with the other man. You lie on his chest with your eyes drooping, your chest heaving as you catch your breath. His hand lazily runs down your side. He savors your warmth on his chest. Almost subconsciously, it feels like you really are his in this moment.

That is until you regain your composure and sit up. You hop up for a moment to clean off the mess on your back. He knew you’d have to, but the sight still makes Chris’s heart ache. 

As you return to the bed, you give your boyfriend a dizzy smile and crawl over to curl up at his side. He rubs your back and pecks your forehead. For the two of you, it’s like a regular night. Chris isn’t sure where he fits in this anymore. Should he just move to the bed you two had claimed earlier? Should he make the two of you get up?

He’s running through solutions in his mind when your hand comes out and grabs his wrist. You’re looking up at him with some sort of longing in your eyes.

“Stay with us,” you say.

It was softer than he ever heard from you, different from when you introduced yourself on your first day of work or made a mistake on a mission. It was a new kind of shyness that just made him want more from you. He stares at you and contemplates the idea. Leon raises his eyebrows and gives him a look, giving him the silent ok he needed to slowly lower himself to the mattress. 

He shuts off the light first, leaving the motel room in darkness except for the glow of the yellow street lamps shining through the window. His head hits the pillow, and he drapes an arm over you. You’re still leaning into Leon for the most part which he makes no move to interfere with.

The three of you don’t say anything for the rest of the night. Silence permeates the atmosphere of your shared space. The events of the last hour run through each of your minds in different ways. The mission had taken a back seat for now. It could return to prominence tomorrow once the mental dust had settled.

Leon’s eyes flutter shut first, and his deep, even breaths of sleep follow. You’re barely awake with your cheek squished against his pectoral muscle. Chris watches you, the outline of your face illuminated from the faint light outside. He wonders if this really will be the only time with you. If his taste of heaven will remain that, a sample of what he could have had. He chooses to not believe that and drive himself crazy.

He shuts his eyes too and brings his face to nestle against the crook of your neck. His breath hits your neck when he sighs. In the abyss that is the motel room, he feels your hands come up to rest on his arm.

[writingwisterias]

Double the Chances

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Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader x Chris Redfield

Warnings: Smut, 18+ Only, MDNI, Slight Yandere! Leon and Chris, Threesome, Breeding kink, Cream pie, multiple orgasms (F), Spit roasting, Cowgirl, Oral (M), Double penetration, Mentions of bodily changes during pregnancy, Dacryphilla, Praise kink, Blacking out, Overstimulation, Aftercare Summary: Chris and Leon have taken a liking to you, what happens when they come up with an agreement for you, one that's too tempting to ignore.

I fear I may have cooked....

The music of the club flooded out onto the streets as you opened the door, your figure illuminated by the flashing neon lights above.  The cold air nipping at your exposed skin made you pull your jacket tighter around your frame; your breath visible as you sighed heavily. People filtered past you their shoulders occasionally bumping yours as you hovered near the entrance for warmth. Your eyesight was blurred as the alcohol settled in your system. The phone light illuminated your face as you looked at the time, eyes avoiding the notifications that popped up - many missed calls and texts from your ex. All pathetic apologies for a mistake he had made; as if you could accidentally fall into someone. The low battery warning should have concerned you, it should have instilled fear and panic about how you were going to get home safely, but he ruined you, why should you care? You had nothing to return to, no home to call your own anymore. You barely drank, the alcohol feeling alien as it coursed throughout your body another effect he had created on you. How his actions had changed your regular behaviours. Tears dripped from your eyes as you looked at the cobblestone street, your frame now shaking from the cold. "Are you alright?" A deep voice sounded from beside you, the hand making contact with your shoulder jolted you from your trance. You nodded, looking towards the sound of the voice. "yeah-Yeah I'm good thanks" you mumbled, swiping away the fearful tears that had leaked out of your eyes before your eyes fell on the man. He was attractive you had to give him that, his smile was almost dangerously kind; like it wasn’t giving you his true intentions. Excitement coursed through you maybe this was finally your chance to forget about your ex. 

Normally Leon wouldn't have interacted with you, often his drunken state would have had him stumbling down some dark alleyway to puke his gut up – not a good look when trying to find someone to burry your cock into. However, today he limited himself as he has done every time he and Chris went out recently.  They both began to rely on each other to help get over their alcoholism, turning to talk to each other about the things they had seen instead of the bottle. In this instance, it was good they had limited themselves, for if their eyes were blurred with their drink they would have never spotted you. They watched you throughout the night, biting their tongue when you would saunter over to a man and dance with them, their eyes trailing over the mesmerizing sway of your hips. Their fingers would grip the glass that held their drinks tighter as they watched the men touch you. "She would be perfect for what we spoke about" Leon muttered to Chris pointing his index finger over to your form. Chris chuckled deeply before nodding, "She is"

Leon wasn't sure what he was doing when he followed you out, leaving Chris to pay for the tab. His mind wasn't straight when he asked if he could take you home, his thoughts running on praying you would fall into their small trap to propose their plan to you. "Do you need a ride? Me and my buddy can take you back?" He offered. You hesitated the only logical part of your brain left begging and pleading for you to refuse the offer, that you were better off stumbling down the street home instead of getting into their car. But, tonight wasn't the night for your logical thinking clearly - so you accepted.

Your heels clicked against the cobblestone as you followed the men's path; you had now learnt their names Chris and Leon. Their muscly builds helped you feel protected as you walked between them, their arms occasionally brushing against your own. Your body was stiff and alert, still not fully trusting the companions you had picked up. "Thank you for this really- I wasn't sure how I was going to get back" you whispered, your voice was quiet and shy barely audible. Leon and Chris shared a glance over the top of your head, smiles on their faces as they looked back down at you. "It's no worries, we will keep you safe...where do you need to go?" Chris asked. His voice was lower than Leon's laced with dominance compared to his friend. "I...um..don't know"

You weren't sure where to go, your home was filled with the smell of sex and the longer aroma of her perfume. Your shared apartment was claimed by them now, and the thought of how graphic the texts of their talks about fucking on every surface made you cringe, your apartment was no longer. You had nowhere to go. No one to turn to, having moved away from your family for him. "You don't know?" Leon teased, his heart thumping in a slight panic over you being too drunk to even consent to anything they were planning. You shook your head "My boyfriend cheated on me and we shared an apartment...I can't go back-"

"you can come back with us" Leon suggested. You stopped, looking at the two men in front of you. Your eyes scanned every detail, your brain searching for any signs or characteristics that would alarm you. Your frame shook as the breeze brushed past again, the chill swirling between your legs causing you to shiver. You nodded, observing their reactions. "If it's not too much of a problem" you spoke. Chris smiled, his arm held out for you to loop your own through as they walked towards their car. "It's not a problem at all." He spoke. His smile was kind but his eyes were darker, their actions almost seeming more dangerous than your drunken mind was catching on. Your eyes remained on the cobblestone watching your every step- you didn't need help embarrassing yourself in front of these attractive men. Yes, they were and you weren't ashamed of the throbbing of your pussy at the mere thought of them both. Your mind wondered what it would be like, would they be caring and attentive? Helping you to your release in a passionate manner unlike your ex (If he ever did that in the first place.)

The car ride was mostly silent as you stared out the window of the backseat, their whispered chatter and laughter filled in most of the silence. Perhaps you should have listened to their conversation more, you shouldn't have drunk so much, their red flags were practically waving in your face. Yet you didn't notice until they opened their apartment door and ushered you inside. Their jackets thumped against the sofa as they threw them on it. "Welcome," Leon grinned. Your eyes scanned the place, the walls were mainly blank, a few pictures littered here and there but nothing more. You spotted the kitchen through an archway, assuming the rest of the place lay beyond the door. You began to rub your arms, attempting to shake off the goosebumps that ran up your arm. "Thanks, guys, I don't know how I can thank you" You muttered a weak chuckle leaving your lips nervously. Your words caused the men to glance at each other almost instantly, their eyes narrowing as they silently communicated. "Are you both telepathic because you seem to be doing that a lot?" you joked, Chris and Leon laughed turning to you with warmer smiles.

Leon's outstretched hand gestured you to sit for them, your brows knit in confusion but you did as was requested anyway. The soft cushions sank slightly as you sat, their forms now towering over you. Your eyes lingered on Chris' arms where they were crossed over his chest, his biceps bulging deviously. "You see our jobs make our futures uncertain, we live together for a sense of home. In hopes, if someone is here it will be welcoming. We have spent hours talking about our dreams for family, for belonging to something else than the services we devote ourselves to." Leon began to speak, and he moved to sit next to you. You watched as his thigh rested next to his, the muscles clenching against the fabric of his jeans. You waited for them to continue with a small nod of your head. Their smiles brightened, Chris, shifting slightly in an attempt to hide his growing erection. "Would you like to live here, give us the stability of a home? Welcome us when we return, and give us love and affection when we need it" Leon asked.

They both twitched nervously as they watched you, Leon was unsure of what he would do if you refused their offer. You were perfect, your looks were mouthwatering - your form perfect for carrying the seed he wanted so desperately to implant deep inside of you. "So just live here? or is there more to it?" you asked, hands fidgeting against the fabric of your dress, their stares were intense alluring to more of a plan they haven't disclosed to you. Chris cleared his throat, his arms lowering at his side before he crouched before you. "Our age and occupations prevent us from a normal life, we both wish for a family...crave it. To watch someone nurture what we have created together."

You glanced at them again. Your brain went over the idea repeatedly until finally, you nodded. A small nod. But one they both grinned at brightly. Chris slowly rose to his full height, the tightness in his pants tenting in front of your face. "Thank you. We don't have to do anything right away...we understand if you are tired from everything you have been through today-"

You admired how much it seemed they cared, that in this arrangement it seemed they wished you to be equal. They were allowing you to take command, lead them and shape them to be the devoted partners you have dreamed of. You smiled at them, and the warmth in your lower stomach began pooling quickly at the sight of their hardened bulges. "It's okay, I need it"

As soon as the words left your lips they both worked to usher you into the bedroom. The touch is gentle and caring but their mind racing with deep primal thoughts of your swelling form. The only problem - whose seed would be the cause of your beauty. Who would go first?

You began to slide yourself out of your dress, the fabric pooling at your feet in a small circle. Your nipples pebbled at the temperature change, and goosebumps ran up your skin as they eyed you eagerly. Your ex had never looked at you with such admiration, you felt like a goddess they were about to vow themselves to. Leon acted first, his lips enclosing your own in a heated sloppy kiss, his hands landing on your waist pulling you in closer to his chiselled body. The fabric of his shirt scratched at your sensitive buds eliciting a small moan to slip from your lips. Leon smiled against the kiss, pressing himself closer to your chest attempting to hear the sound again. Whilst you were distracted with Leon you felt Chris come behind you. His weeping tip tapped against the back of your thigh - you felt his chest press against your back as he pulled you closer into him. His lips attached to your neck, softly biting as pulse point leaving his mark on you. You felt him tug backwards towards the bed, his form supporting you as he gently laid you down. You felt his cock slide against your clothed cunt as it slipped between the soft flesh of your thighs, the tip weeping and red desperate for your attention.

Your hands seemed so small next to it, you'd have to use two to evenly wank him off. Your fingers curiously danced closer, watching as the precum coated your fingertips as you spread it around his mushroomed tip. Chris' groan grumbled deep from his chest, the vibrations of it caused you to squirm slightly. Leon stood at the foot of the bed, admiring the sight before him. Your small frame didn't even cover the mass of Chris' muscles. You looked so petite against his friend. "What a sight to behold" Leon stated as his hand began to wrap around his erection, wet sounds filling the room as he began to play with himself at the sight. Your mouth watered at the sight of Leon's cock, be it a lot small than Chris' but his balls were hanging lower, the skin around them taught. "She's soaking" Chris muttered, he could feel the gusset of your underwear sticking to his length- the white fabric practically see-through now.

"Is that so? Do you want this as much as we do, darling?" Leon cooed as he began to crawl onto the bed. His form lying next to you, his cock resting against Chris' thigh. Leon's mouth latched onto one of your breasts, sucking at the peaked nipple. Chris groaned again as you squirmed against him, his arms wrapping around your stomach preventing you from moving too much. "Please Leon-" You whimpered, your eyes screwed shut in frustration at the small amounts of pleasure he was giving you. Your pussy clenched around nothing as it craved more. Chris’ fingers moved to tease at the waistband of your panties, his fingers slipping underneath before they slowly began to circle your clit. Now and then he would swipe a finger over the bundle of nerves sending your hips jolting along the length of his cock that was still stuck between your thighs. The precum now dribbling down the side like wax on a candle. “Oh darling, you are going to be perfect for us…I can already tell” Leon cooed as he released your breast, his fingers pinching and tweaking at the nub as he whispered in your ear. “I can’t wait for these to fill for me, for your body to blossom with one of our children. You’ll be the perfect goddess for us” 

His words danced around your brain, your thoughts melting as you became dizzy with pleasure. Your body shook as your orgasm shattered through you after one more flick of Chris’ finger. Whimpers left your lips as your body sagged against Chris’ form. “Oh love we aren’t done yet” Chris chuckled, his lips pressing a kiss against the crown of your head. Leon helped you get up off Chris, helping you rest on all fours with a pillow underneath your hips to support your weight. The fabric dragged along the soft skin of your legs, exposing your pussy to them. “Who’s going first?” Leon asked, his cock thumping against his stomach as he observed your submissive form. Chris shrugged, “Does it matter?” 

“Of course, it does, whoever finished first is more like to be the cause of her pregnancy” Leon grumbled. The atmosphere changed then. Dazed you glanced at the men, their muscles clenching as their primal need overtook them. Chris, without speaking quickly lined himself up first, his hands gripping your hips as he slowly sunk himself into you. He allowed you to get adjusted to his size before he began to thrust. Starting slow, drawing out his length to the tip and then bottoming out. You moaned at the feeling of the stretch he was giving you. “Fuck” Chris muttered as he watched his length get buried into you. Leon’s cock tapped against your cheek, the tip leaving some of his pre on your face. “Don’t be shy” he joked. Your tongue ran down his length, tracing every curve and vein of his cock. Your mouth sinks onto his length, and your drool begins to pool at your chin. Your hands gripped the sheets as Chris began to propel you forward slightly, forcing you to take in as much of Leon’s cock as you could. Your gag reflex kicked in, contracting around his cock causing Leon to throw his head back, his fingers gripping your head tightly.

Your eyes began to water at the lack of air, and your head began to spin in complete ecstasy. You could feel your second orgasm building you as they both thrust against you. Your whines were barely audible with how far Leon was shoving his cock down your throat. Chris’ thrusts faltered first, his orgasm coming in hot as his balls tightened. His cock was rigid inside you as the vein began pulsating inside your velvet walls as he finally fucked his load into you. His tip kissing the entrance of your cervix as he tried to get as deep as he could. “OH- Fuck” He groaned as he leant over your form. 

You whined as his thrusts stopped, the pleasure against your gummy walls stopping along with the build-up. “Chris….You left her unsatisfied” Leon tutted as he pulled his length from your mouth, he smirked at the line of drool that still connected the two of you. “I’m so sorry love” Chris muttered against your spine as he placed small kisses. “I needed to be the first to cum in you dear, I wanted to watch your womb swell with me first” He panted, his hand now splayed across your lower stomach. “It’s….it’s okay” You whispered, your hips began to back into him, desperate to build up your sweet release. “Oh honey it's not, see you're having to fuck yourself on him just to get what you want… it's not working is it?” Leon spoke again, his breath tickling your ear. Your eyebrows knit in frustration as you whimpered, collapsing on the bed before shaking your head. 

Leon smirked as he pulled away, settling himself against the headboard with his cock standing in the air ready for you. Chris reluctantly helped you settle on Leon, watching as you leaned back into him for support as you smiled at how full you felt. You could feel his balls press against your ass, the curve of his cock hitting just right where you needed him at this moment. Both men were completely different, giving you different pleasures that your Ex has never achieved. Any hesitation of your new situation left as you began to circle your hips, eyes shut as you worked desperately to get a release on Leon. Your thoughts emptied as you did so, it was a lot like therapy. You lay your hands against Leon's abs, using the stability to help push yourself along his length. His whisps of hair that were at the base of his cock tickled against your clit the friction adding to the built-up. Leon threw his head back against the headboard, grunts leaving his mouth as he felt you fuck yourself on him.

Your gasp caused his head to shoot up, Chris’ large hands had begun to grope and tease your breasts eliciting the prettiest moans. Leon focused on holding out, waiting for your release to shatter through you, he knew you were close with the tears that leaked out of your eyes, the way your hips began to slow down, your body shuddering as it struggled to carry you through to the break of your release. His hands gripped your hips, helping them move in the motion you needed, he could feel your walls contract around him, the evidence of Chris leaking out from between the two of you pooling in his hair and on his balls. The sounds were wet and messy as they filled the room, your body covered in a light sheen of sweat as if you were glowing above them. Your breath hitched before you collapsed against Chris, your orgasm snapped through you, your juices running down Leon's cock creating a cocktail of sex with Chris’. Leon followed quickly afterwards finally letting go, you felt his load coat your walls, the warmth of him filling you. 

The three of you stayed like this, the excitement still flowing around the room as you all took in your deeds. You could already feel Chris’ cock twitch against your back again. “I could get used to this” You breathed out. Why should you care about your ex now? Why should he occupy your time when you had these two, both caring and gently ready to submit their love and devotion to you like you were their goddess?  “Good” Chris growled. His fingers gathered up the cocktail of everyone spreading it along his length. Your eyes widened as you felt him prod at your entrance. “It won't fit-” You whimpered shaking your head against his shoulder. Leon slid down the bed, chuckling at the concern that was laced on your face. “It’s okay sweetheart, you were such a good girl for us” Leon cooed, his cock already hard inside you. You felt Chris push you down against Leon, You buried your head in his neck bracing yourself for the stretch of them both. 

Chris entered slowly, pausing to help you adjust to the stretch of them both. Your hands scratched agaisnt Leon's body, your nails leaving red tracks as you cried out. “It’s too much” You whimpered, tears now streaming down your flushed cheeks. “Doing so good love” Chris groaned as he finally bottomed out. Leon’s fingers brushed through your hair, leaving kisses on your head as he soothed you. “Such a good girl like this - letting us breed you” He whispered. You nodded meekly against him. Leon smiled at your eagerness, enjoying the way you were completely submitting yourself to them both. “You’ll never have to worry about anything anymore, you’ll just be here to welcome us home like a good slut, spreading your legs to give us this perfect pussy” He muttered, grinning agaisnt your forehead as you whimpered and nodded. Chris began to move, his thrusts slow as you cried out at the stretch, the burn soon turning into pleasure. You had never felt so full, the stretch and the burn were insane, almost painful. You cried again as Leon began to move, the two of them working on matching their thrusts to prevent less pain for you. Your nails dug crescents into Leon’s skin, the scent of him filling your nose as you buried yourself against his pulse point. “Doing so– great sweetheart” Chris grunted. Their praise went straight to your clit, the puffy nerve desperate for attention as it pulsated against Leon’s happy trail. “More –” You whimpered. Leon’s brows raised in shock as he heard the words, his brain trying to wonder what you could have meant. How could you want more when they were both fucking your sweet hole? Chris figured it out first, his fingers circling the bud as they finally reached the attention-deprived part of your body. You were full-on sobbing now as the pleasure continued to build up, Your body becoming pliable against Leon - black spots filling your vision before you finally gave into the pleasure and collapsed on Leon’s chest, allowing them both to rut into you. 

The temperature change caused you to wake as you were lowered into the hot bath. The swirling scent of cheap bath soap filled your nose as you relaxed against the body behind you. “There we go” Chris cooed as he placed kisses against the side of your head. You could vaguely feel Leon’s hands wipe a cloth against your body with care, avoiding your sore and sensitive pussy. “You did so good for us” Leon praised, a soft caring smile plastered on his face as he looked at you. “I knew you would be a good one” 

You smiled at him, gazing at him with hooded eyes. You relished in the post-sex feeling, smiling at the aftercare they were both giving you. 

[snowfairyccxxii]

Bunnies and kisses (Chris Redfield x Leon S. Kennedy x AFAB!bunny hybrid reader)

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summary: Leon has a friend over

warnings: smut, threeway (f/m/m), daddy kink, praise kink, p in v, anal sex, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), tit play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, multiple penetration, creampie

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There was nothing more Leon loved in this world than you - his little hybrid girlfriend. Leon found you in an abandoned science lab in Europe during a mission and took you to his home, afraid that the government would find you and terminate you or worse. Ever since you got comfortable around him, he just fell in love.

You had the man absolutely smitten, he practically swooned over you. What Leon hated was the way some of his friends treated you. They didn’t know you. They thought you were shy or too stupid to form a sentence, but you’d talk to him for hours on end. They thought you were dumb but you were so smart, he knew it. He didn’t care what they thought, he just dropped them once they showed any hint of disdain towards you, he didn’t need them. But what bothered him was how upset it made you. He understood, you were sensitive and a bit emotional which he’d never judge you for but he just wished he could stop those words from getting to you. But there was one of his friends you didn’t meet - Chris. That was on purpose on Leon’s part. He thought Chris was still a goody-two-shoes and would probably jump at the chance of telling the BSAA about your existence like the governmental dog he was supposed to be and the man was big, he’d probably give you a heart attack from just being in his presence.

Unfortunately push comes to shove and well, Leon can’t just keep his best friend completely out his life. Leon told you he has company coming over and you promised you wouldn’t come out unless absolutely necessary, maybe it was a bit dramatic, maybe Leon should put just a little more trust into Chris but you just meant too much to him. Point is, you didn’t keep up on your promise, Leon couldn’t fault you, he was gone for a while and you were clingy so he should’ve expected it.

Leon’s heart was pounding as you plopped yourself down into his lap, he held you by your hips as he anxiously kept glancing at Chris with gritted teeth for his reaction to you, you had disregarded Chris’ presence as you were shy and honestly you were expecting him to make fun of you like everyone else but he just looked at you curiously, he had heard of what he assumed you to be, hybrids due to data leaks but he didn’t expect you to be more..human.

“Who’s this, Leon?” He asks and moves closer, he doesn’t try to touch you just continues looking at you.

“This is Y/n” Leon clears his throat and rubs your back, knowing you got uncomfortable when people stared for too long “my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend” Chris repeats while raising his eyebrows “took you long enough.”

Your ears twitch as you listen to their conversation as you hid in Leon’s neck, which caused Chris to smile at you slightly. Leon noticed the look on his face and held you tighter.

“She’s adorable, Leon” Chris says, almost teasingly, clearly liking how Leon got defensive over you.

“Shut up, Chris” Leon glares at him.

You shift a little to look at Chris curiously, while still hiding against Leon, his words struck something inside you, adorable? Only Leon called you that, everyone else thought you were weird or a freak. Your ears flick again as Leon gets defensive over you, it happened a lot but Chris interested you. He was more muscular than Leon, taller probably older too, he smelled like cigarettes which bothered you a little but you could also pick up on the familiar scent of gun powder that you usually smelt on Leon he must be some kind of agent too and his soap. As you gaze at Chris you couldn’t understand why Leon didn’t bring him over before, Chris was big, probably could snap you in half without any effort but he didn’t look at you the way others did, his gaze was gentle, almost similar to the way Leon looked at you, and he was..attractive, you could admit that but you probably shouldn’t be thinking about that while sitting in Leon’s lap and you probably shouldn’t be imagining taking both of them at once and calling Chris daddy too, even though he looked like he was perfectly crafted to be called that. The sudden and unexpected jolt of arousal makes you shyer and you hide against Leon more but your eyes kept darting to the other man.

As you stared at Chris, Leon noticed of course. He knew that you got cautious but also curious about new people so your observation of his friend was no surprise but then notices the flush on your cheeks and he could figure out what you were thinking. “You alright, baby?” Leon asks quietly, his arm still snug around your waist.

You nod in answer to Leon’s question but your eyebrows furrow a little as you try figuring out why you were feeling this way. You were still anxious around Chris as you were around anyone you didn’t know but he was bringing out feelings only Leon did, that familiar ache was beginning to build between your legs, and his scent just smelt so good, you didn’t want to cheat on Leon, you’d never, you were his baby bunny but is it cheating if it’s both at the same time? Would Leon even be into that? Would Chris be into that? Did Chris even find you attractive? You frown a little as your thoughts wander but you don’t have time to dwell on your curiosity as your eyes dart to Chris’ hands, and you’re plagued with thoughts of those large hands hands caressing you the way Leon’s did, hands on your hips as you take him, hands squeezing and groping your tits, long fingers bullying that spongy spot inside your cunt that made you babble and drool, the d word tumbling out of your lips the same way Leon had you conditioned to whenever he took care of you. This was all wrong, you shouldn’t be thinking like this. But the rational side of your brain is taken over by more lust as your gaze turns to Chris’ lap, his muscular thighs looked so nice to sit on, to grind against, there was also a slight bulge in his pants oh, he’s packing too, he’d probably feel as nice inside you as Leon did, stretching you out, making you all stupid and cockdrunk. God, you’re going to hell.

Leon watches you closely, you were usually shy around people sure, but he never saw you blush because of it, usually you only blushed when you- oh.

Chris noticed your stare as well, a bit amused by the way you were practically undressing him with your eyes. He’s not stupid, he knows you’re getting ideas you probably shouldn’t be having. But he decides to tease you just a bit, spreading his legs a little wider, inviting you to get a better look.

You almost moan aloud but you keep it in and you had to look away from Chris as you were seconds away from crawling into his inviting lap and you didn’t want to upset Leon, no matter how badly you wanted to go and cockwarm his friend, god, you hated cockwarming, it made you so impatient because you just wanted Leon to move move move until you were whiny and seeing stars. Anyway, your lustful thoughts were quickly making you fall into a familiar headspace which was bad, what if they talk to you? What if you call Leon ‘daddy’ in front of Chris? What if you accidentally call Chris that??? Oh no.

Leon could sense that you were growing aroused, you were an open book to him, he chuckled a little to himself from your struggle.

Chris found the situation increasingly entertaining and decided to push you a little further. He spreads his legs more, practically begging you to climb in his lap “something wrong, sweetheart?” He asks, a bit playfully which causes you to let out a small, hopefully unnoticeable whine into Leon’s neck. God, please help you.

Leon chuckles more as he rubs your back soothingly as he feels you nuzzling into his neck, embarrassed by your lustful thoughts and trying to hide from Chris.

Chris hears you whine and grins a little, finding the sound a bit amusing “why don’t you come over here, sweet thing?” He asks, and pats his lap with his hand.

Oh—oh, he’s asking you to sit in his lap or, more like telling, you were used to being a little ordered around mostly by Leon, he never did it condescendingly but it got you so wet whenever he told you what to do now Chris was doing it and it was having the same effect, and what he was asking for was just too delicious to resist but you didn’t want to make Leon upset, so your ears go back and look at him for reassurance.

“It’s alright, sweetheart” he says reassuringly “you can go to Chris if you want to.”

And oh boy, did you want to. Even though Chris wasn’t outwardly sweet, honestly he was pretty stoic, the way he didn’t make fun of you or show any hint of judgement just made you drawn to him, honestly you were a sucker for nice people which probably made you naive but oh well, you knew Leon wouldn’t let anything happen to you if Chris did something. So now you found yourself prying your body out of Leon’s arms, which didn’t happen like ever and as you stand your arousal immediately drips down your thighs thanks gravity but also thankfully you were wearing pants so it wasn’t immediately noticeable, you never really noticed how soaked you got when in this state but now you were a little more self aware and realized that you really were a needy bunny as Leon put it. You swallow before stepping over to Chris and practically falling into his lap, straddling his thighs. God, he felt so warm and perfect, almost as good as Leon, you really hoped this didn’t upset him.

Chris let’s out a soft grunt as he feels your weight on his thighs “there you go, sweetheart” he murmurs, his hands finding your hips as if he knew exactly how to touch you “that’s a good girl.”

Oh fuck. The praise goes straight to your pussy, making you ache oh, so nice. Being praised just got you so horny to the point you really thought you could cum just from being called a good girl. God, you were pathetic.

Chris notices the way you react to the praise and gently squeezes your hips, pulling you closer “you like that, honey? Like it when I tell you you’re a good girl?”

No, you absolutely loved it. You lapped up any and all praise Leon gave out and it was clearly not going to be any different with Chris. You nod in answer to his question, your voice not quite with you yet.

Chris chuckles softly from your reaction, his hands gently massaging your hips “come on, pretty girl. Use your words, I wanna hear that sweet voice of yours.”

Oh, now he’s calling you pretty, he thinks you’re pretty! That made your heart soar, you weren’t a freak to this hunk of a man, you were pretty, a pretty girl, just like Leon says. A small smile graces your face as your ears twitch slightly. You swallow again trying to find your voice “y-yes..” oh, god you’re already stuttering “I like it, d-daddy..” oh boy, that word already slipped, you knew it was only a matter of time but what if Chris doesn’t like it? What if he thinks you’re not pretty anymore?

Chris’ smile grows as you stutter but the way you called him ‘daddy’ was what really sent a thrill down his spine “you call Leon that, sweetheart?” He asks and his hands move up your sides.

Now he’s touching more which makes you shiver delightfully as you close your eyes for a few moments just relishing in it. More more more, please daddy Chris, touch more, it’s so good, just as good as Leon’s.

You nod again, you hadn’t completely slipped yet so the admission made you bashful and your already pink cheeks get even more color, “y-yeah..” you confess, your voice small.

Chris almost moans at your confession, his hands still caressing your soft body until one of them gets a little more bold and goes to squeeze your thigh “you’re so cute when you’re shy, honey. You want daddy to touch you more?”

You nod even more oh, the way he called himself the d word was hitting all the right spots in your brain and you’d do absolutely anything for Chris to touch you more. Especially on that wet heat between your legs, oh you hope he’ll like your cunt as much as Leon did, you hope he thinks it’s pretty like he thinks the rest of you is “y-yes, daddy..” your lips immediately form into a small pout, you didn’t know and you didn’t want to find out if Chris was the same but Leon really loved to tease when he got you like this, it was pure torture, just horrible and you weren’t about to let Chris do the same so puppy eyes and pleading were your only option “pl-please daddy..please touch me..”

Chris smiles more, you were absolutely adorable begging and pleading like this. Leon was one lucky bastard “you want daddy to touch you huh? Where do you want me to touch, sweet girl? Use your words, baby.”

Oh, god everywhere, your thighs, your tits, your ass, just anywhere please. But one spot was really craving attention, quite literally dripping for it, you really had to ask but you knew it would make this shorter than it needed to be “k-kiss?” You ask instead.

Chris smile turns into a grin at your request, he could tell you were desperate, the look on your face practically begging with him to be touched “A kiss, huh? That’s all you want, pretty girl? You’re not even going to ask daddy to help with that ache you got, baby girl?”

He knew. The same way Leon always knew somehow, your cheeks flush more as you think back to the times Leon was half way across the world and that damn question would leave his lips every time he called you are you wet? You don’t know what made you so obvious or how Chris picked up on it too but god was it embarrassing but also even more arousing “well I..” you struggle to come up with a coherent sentence so you just stare at him shyly.

Chris just continues smiling at you, one of his hands coming up to pet one of your bunny ears which you immediately leaned into “that’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll give you your kiss” and with that another man’s mouth was on yours, you eagerly responded to the kiss, somehow getting even wetter (if that’s even possible at this point) Chris felt different than Leon, but it felt good all the same and made you want more. Leon always called you greedy, maybe you were you just didn’t know other human touch could feel so good.

Now Chris’ mouth was on the part where the your jaw and neck meet making you pant as your lips part slightly but then he pulls away, which immediately made you whine.

Chris chuckles at your whine, you were so needy now he knew why Leon couldn’t get enough “what’s the matter, baby? You want me to take care of you the same way Leon does?”

“Yes” you say almost immediately that it’s embarrassing. It seems that Chris has wiggled into your mind the same way Leon did, perfectly molded to be pliable. But who could blame you? Chris’ hands and mouth just felt so good and you were more than willing to bet other parts of him did too.

“Okay, baby” Chris start unbuttoning your jeans making you dizzy in anticipation, your pussy just throbbing to be touched and you gasp in delight as his hand slips into your underwear. “God, sweetheart” Chris groans, his calloused index finger immediately finding your clit “you’re drenched. Do you always get this wet, hm?”

You could barely think as he circled that sweet spot, let alone speak. Soft moans were already leaving you as your hips desperately start grinding against his hand.

“Needy bunny” Chris chastises you with a tsk but it was in good faith as he slipped two fingers inside you, your dripping hole making it so easy for them to slide in you whimper in relief as his finger tips brush against that spot that made you do practically anything and everything for Leon if he just kept hitting it and that feeling took over you as Chris did the same.

Your velvety walls desperately clenched around Chris’ thick fingers as if your cunt was trying to suck him in as you whined and gasped from his prodding digits. You were already close, it wasn’t surprising. Whenever Leon left for long enough you got so pent up the slightest touch could send you over the edge and Chris’ fingers were relentless.

“Close already, baby girl?” Chris teases and you nod “yeah, you gonna make a mess on daddy’s fingers?”

You cum with a squeak, your cunt desperately milking Chris’ fingers like they were his cock. You pant in ecstasy as you come down from the high, whining weakly in protest as he removes his fingers, and you watch him suck your arousal off them, moaning from the taste.

“You taste good, baby” he praises “can daddy taste more?” You nod and Chris gently pushed you back so you’re laying on your back on the couch, your head resting on Leon’s lap, you look up at your boyfriend and he smiles at you reassuringly and rubs your chest before his hand slips lower and gives one of your clothed breasts a squeeze.

You glance down at Chris between your legs as he pulls off your pants and underwear, your soaked cunt now on full display.

“Pretty” Chris comments and you blush more, turning to hide your face in Leon’s stomach which makes both men chuckle.

Chris doesn’t give you any warning before dips down and starts lapping up the sticky substance covering your pussy, the tip of his tongue flicking against your clit, your ears going straight up from the pleasure, more needy moans falling from your mouth as Leon caressed your hair.

“You like that, baby?” Leon leans down to whisper to you, he loved talking to you in bed and god did he have a dirty mouth “you gonna cum on Chris’ face like you did on his fingers?”

You nod, whimpering as Chris sucks on your nub, your eyes nearly rolling back as your heels dig into his back, your thighs clenching around his head but he doesn’t seem to mind. Your second orgasm doesn’t come as fast as your first but when you do cum, tears of pleasure gather around your lash line as you turn whiny when Chris slurps up the rest of your juices as if you were the last source of water on earth. When you come down from your second high you feel familiar hands grasping your waist and you’re pulled back into your boyfriend’s lap.

“You really are greedy, bunny” Leon tsks but it was clear he was just teasing as he gently pulls on your cotton scut “what baby? Am I not enough anymore? Need another cock in your pretty cunt? You came so fast for Chris twice, I’m a little jealous, sweet girl.” You turn more shy, your already red cheek turning even darker. ”Oh is that what you want, sweetheart?” Leon smirks “you want to be wrapped around him, hm? Ruin him for other girls like you did with me, huh? Maybe suck him off till he’s nothing but your thrall?” His smirk turns into a grin as you cover your face in embarrassment “oh go on, sweet girl. Show him how good that pretty pussy really is.”

Leon helps you remove your shirt and bra now leaving you completely bare for them and he encouragingly pushes you back towards Chris and the latter greedily put you back in his lap, he was almost just as obsessed with you as your boyfriend was.

“You’re so beautiful, bunny” Chris praises, his hands immediately finding your tits, squeezing and massaging the fat flesh “I like these.”

You whine as he pinches one of your nipples, but it turns into another moan as he wraps his lips around the bud, sucking on it. Chris’ hand stayed on your other breast, clearly enjoying the skin’s weight in his palm as he continued squeezing it and rubbing the nipple under his own calloused skin making you shiver. That was until he pulled his hand away making you whine but it’s cut off as you watch him unbutton his pants, god you were practically drooling over the thought of his cock.

You watched as he pulled it out, he was an inch or two bigger than Leon, thicker too, uncut with a vein on the side.

“S’not gonna fit” you protest in disappointment, thinking it was too big.

”It’ll fit” Chris promises and grabs your waist pulling you up and sinking you down on his dick.

Your mouth falls open as he stretches you open, your cunt desperately clenching trying to accommodate the intruder.

”Told you” he grins after his own moan escapes him and guides you up and down as you lean your head on his shoulder, panting and whimpering, his tip brushing against your cervix deliciously. You always thought hitting your cervix would hurt as Leon always tried avoiding it but this actually felt kinda nice.

“Room for one more, baby?” Leon taps your shoulder and you look behind you, he’s naked too , you think he meant they both were going in your cunt and open your mouth to protest that it’d hurt but Leon shushes you.

”Not there” he soothes “the other hole.”

Oh. You and Leon didn’t do butt stuff that often as he preferred your pussy but the thought of taking both of them at once wasn’t something you’d be oppose to, that was exactly what you wanted.

You watch as Chris moves to lay down, while still inside you so your ass was more accessible to Leon and you feel your boyfriend move behind you, you realized you didn’t have lube but you felt Leon gather some of your arousal that had soaked your thighs and slips a finger past your rim.

”Deep breaths, sweet girl. Relax” he rubs your back to comfort you as he stretches you open “you look so pretty on Chris’ cock.”

“Yeah, she does” Chris agrees while rubbing circles into your hips with his thumbs. The compliment making your blush go down your neck and chest.

Leon adds a second finger and scissors your hole open until he decides you’re prepped enough he pulls them out, hoping his pre-cum had his dick wet enough that it won’t hurt you.

You cry out as Leon sinks into your ass, your hands clawing at Chris’ shirt from the sting.

”There we go” Leon rubs your sides “let us know when we can move” he reassures, though he knew that they wouldn’t have to wait for that time too long as you got needy fast.

Eventually you gave them the okay, Leon was the first to move, pulling back just a little before pushing back in before Chris follows, grabbing your hips to move you up and down his cock. They make a wonderful rhythm, that made you make pornographic, wanton sounds.

“Fuck” Chris groans “can I cum in her?”

”Yeah, she loves that” Leon pants against your shoulder blade.

Soon enough you feel that familiar warm substance fill your cunt, your juices and Chris’ seed drips around his cock making it even easier to slip in and out which overstimulates you.

You were next to cum, your pretty cunt fluttering around Chris as you moan like a porn star which sent Leon over the edge as well.

Leon pulls out of you before helping you off of Chris and sitting you on the couch.

”Easy, baby” he pets your hair “you did great..”

“More?” You pant out eagerly.

”More?” Chris repeats in disbelief.

”She gets..greedy” Leon tries putting it lightly but you still pout and cross your arms, which causes them to laugh.

And maybe you did get more.

[explorevenus]

dirty laundry ♡ re6!leon kennedy x puppy hybrid!reader

nsfw (18+) - minors dni or i will call ur mom. and also the cops

word count: 5.1k

tags/warnings: re6!leon, stubborn/reluctant puppy reader who pretends she hates him, brief chris redfield appearance, forced proximity (kinda), leon pining for u (he wants u to call him daddy btw), hybrid heat cycle shenanigans, thigh riding, dry humping, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), no use of y/n

description: leon's had a tough time figuring out his new puppy hybrid roommate... outside of the fact that she's sweet on him, and just won't admit it. lucky for leon, he comes home from a mission to find her airing her dirty laundry.

a/n: this piece was commissioned by my beloved and adored @pupthepokemonenthusiast who is one of MY FAVORITE PEOPLE ON EARTH EVER ?!!!! and i luv yapping w them and that makes collaborating w them such a dream every time....

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Loose gravel crunched beneath Leon's boots, uneven pavement glittering with moisture in the streetlights. It was somewhere between raining and snowing, the wind splattering his rosy cheeks with little drops of condensation, every breath puffing out in a visible cloud, head tilted down at just the right angle to protect the lower half of his bruised face from the cold while still being able to see where he was going.

He didn't have a specific destination in mind, and truth be told, he couldn't really read most of the signage around here anyway-- it was all in Mandarin, and his Mandarin was even less reliable than his Spanish, to put it gently. But he could read what he needed to, at least, enough to find the basics like food, bathrooms, lodging, or hospitals, and more importantly, he could discern the backlit lettering above the shop two doors down; antiques and collectibles. 

That was a phrase he'd familiarized himself with in damn near every language under the sun by now. 

A bell dinged quietly overhead as he stepped into the storefront, grateful that it was even open past 9 o'clock at night. It was only one room and didn't have much space to walk around, but every available surface was stacked to the brim with knick-knacks of all shapes, colors, sizes, and price points under no apparent system of organization. Where some might be overwhelmed or put off by the volume of things to look at, Leon felt his heart skip a beat with excitement. He still had some time to kill before his transport back to the States was due to arrive, and not a single minute of it would be wasted overlooking any potential gems. 

Judging by the horrified stares he was attracting, Leon could imagine he looked fucking insane right now, clothes still splattered with wet, rotting blood and the barrel of his gun practically still smoking in his holster as he towered over a shelf in the back corner, scrutinizing a darling little plush bear in one hand and a set of hand-painted matryoshka dolls in the other like it was the hardest decision he would ever have to make. 

Ultimately, he chose not to decide at all-- money wasn't a factor, so why not buy both? If it weren't for the issue of luggage, he'd just say 'fuck it' and buy out the whole damn store. Unfortunately, helicopters tended to be quite limited in space. 

Self control was a skill Leon used to have mastered, perhaps even too well-- for a long time, every uncomfortable, unsightly, pesky little emotion was pressed down into a condensed cube to be neatly packed away in the very back corners of his brain, boxes upon boxes of dense feelings continuing to pile up and take over more and more space up there until the pressure became too much, the lid blew, and he went off the fucking handle. It wasn't something he was proud of by any means, all those long months blurred into mush through a lens of alcoholism and other reckless behaviors, but what he did try to let himself be proud of was his relative success in making it to the other side. 

That, of course, was a feat he did not accomplish without help, nor would he ever claim to. Chris Redfield was instrumental in his recovery in more ways than one, and at times, without even realizing it. He was a listening ear, a dealer of tough love, a trusted confidant...

...and the reason he had you. 

For obvious reasons, Leon had never gone out of his way to get a pet in his adult life. It just felt irresponsible with the inconsistency and uncertainty of his work situation, even with all the money in the world to spend on trainers and walkers and boarding and... whatever else, but at that point, it would feel less like a pet than an accessory, and Leon didn't have much interest in material. Never saw the need for it. Then one day Chris woke him up in the middle of the night banging on the door to his apartment with a gift he never expected.

"She's a... what?"

"A hybrid. She's a human-canine hybrid, Leon." 

Leon glanced between you and Chris with skepticism in his eyes, only to find the same look peering back at him in you. It was almost kind of funny that he'd have a hard time believing there could be such a thing as a human-canine hybrid, considering all he'd seen in his line of work, a thought that made his shoulders and his expression relax almost instantly. 

You were a real cutie, that was for sure, tucked behind Chris and staring up at Leon through your eyelashes with this grumpy little look on your face, a plush, patchwork bear clutched to your chest. The toy was equally as vibrant and colorful as your clothing, if not a bit worn with time. Your ears were long and droopy, your tail hanging low but swishing side-to-side with cautious interest, and the longer he studied you, the more he became endeared by you. 

"The B.S.A.A. rescued a group of hybrids from an illegal facility a few weeks ago, but finding accommodations for them isn't as simple as it sounds," Chris continued, resting a hand on your shoulder in an apparent move to reassure you. "Long story short, the people who were in charge of that facility aren't too happy about the acquisition, and the hybrids aren't safe at the B.S.A.A. anymore. Would you be willing to shelter her for a while?" 

The firm look in Chris' eyes-- and the fact that he just had to bring this up with you right in front of him-- made it clear he wasn't really asking. No mind, Leon would have done it anyway. It just would have been nice to have had a heads up to rectify the state of the apartment. 

"Yeah, of course," Leon nodded gently, stepping aside to allow you and Chris further into the apartment. "Make yourself at home." He caught the way your head tilted up a bit, as if you were studying the scent in the air, and he supposed it made sense that you likely were.

That was four months ago. And for the past four months, Leon quite enjoyed having you around. You were silly and playful, always bounding around the apartment with a toy clenched between your teeth or lounging in the sunny spots in front of the windows, pawing at him for belly rubs and treats and infinite tug-o-war matches. All that being said, you were equally stubborn, resisting him at every turn like magnetic repulsion, always kicking up a fuss seemingly just for the sake of it.

He wasn't sure. You were tough to read. Not only did some of your canine personality traits make you a bit forgetful and distractible at times, but you were also just terribly inconsistent with your affections, and he wasn't always sure what to make of it. All he knew was that he was determined to win you over in one way or another, and if he was going to do that, he'd have to figure you out first, and so far that was shaping up to be quite the herculean task. At least it seemed you would be here for a while. 

With the way he guarded your little treasures during the flight home, one might assume he was smuggling something, but he just couldn't stomach the thought of coming home without something to present to you. The hardened federal agent was determined to crack a smile out of you on his terms, to get you to admit what you both knew to be true. 

You had a crush on him. A big, fat, embarrassingly all-encompassing crush on him, and you rejected the idea of owning up to it so staunchly that it was turning you into a bit of a brat. That was the one thing he could read about you, and it drove you up the wall. 

He certainly wasn't judging you. It would be an absurd lie to say he didn't have a big, fat, embarrassingly all-encompassing crush on you too-- he'd be insane if he didn't. But the back and forth was far too enjoyable, and Leon was always up for a good natured challenge. 

See, self control was something Leon had worked really, really hard to regain a handle on, and when it came to his drinking and brooding, he certainly had... but when it came to you? Not by a longshot. That being said, he would rather be pouring himself into courting you than pouring himself another bourbon. That's what he used to shut up that little voice in the back of his head that questioned whether or not he was putting too much energy into this, banking too much on it. 

It was innocent, right? It's not like you were a bad influence or whatever. If anything, a lot of nights that he would have spent at the bar were instead being spent at home playing with you. Surely that had to be a net positive, especially considering you would have otherwise been getting poked and prodded at in a lab. 

Stepping back into the apartment for the first time in weeks, Leon hadn't even bothered bringing his duffel bag in with him from the car, the only thing in his arms being the wrinkled paper bag from that antique shop. His own belongings could wait. As soon as he shut and locked the door behind him, stepping out of his shoes, the first thing he noticed was how quiet it was. 

No lively music from the shows you liked to watch, no little bumps or growls from you playing toys, no quiet padding of your feet across the hardwood from you coming to see who was at the door. He glanced at his watch, finding it was only half past nine in the evening, and while you often proclaimed to abide by a healthy bedtime for yourself, you had a habit of napping all day and bouncing off the walls all night. Something was amiss.

Stepping further into the apartment to investigate the scene, Leon peered into the living room. The lights were on, the TV was off, there were a few toys strewn about the couch and the floor, but not a glimpse of the sweet puppy who left them there. Odd. Suspicious. Maybe even staged. 

His lips came together in a whistle meant to grab your attention, knowing your sharp ears would hear it from anywhere in the apartment, even if you were sleeping. When that call garnered no response, he began to wonder if you were mad at him. After all, he was supposed to return almost three days ago, and while Chris had been able to stop by and check on you when he had the time, it just wasn't the same, and you didn't do well with loneliness, and Leon knew that. 

Turning on his heel to head deeper into the apartment, he continued to find you nowhere. Not climbing the countertops in the kitchen, or playing under the dining table, or even reluctantly having a bath. As he reached the end of the short hallway, there were only two doors left to open. 

Leon tried another whistle and called out, "Hey, pup? I'm home!" 

He waited, and listened... and heard nothing. Your bedroom door was closed, and it looked like the light was on in there, judging by the subtle glow spilling out beneath it, but still, no response. 

His bedroom door, however, was cracked open. The overhead light was off but the bedside lamp was on, and his dirty laundry basket was tipped over on the floor. When he stepped forward to turn it upright again, he thought he saw the bedding shuffle out of the corner of his eye. Closer inspection of the bed brought the case of his missing puppy girl drew to a close. Your soft tail was peeking out beneath the edge of the covers, the markings and patterns in your fur being undeniably familiar to him now. 

It was perfect timing, really-- he was just about to tip over into the realm of worrying about your safety, but now he was back to just worrying you were mad at him... and he couldn't help the amused grin that tugged at his expression. 

"Is that a little puppy in daddy's bed?" He asked aloud, his tone taking on a smitten and adoring lilt. Once again, he received no response... at least not verbally. Quietly setting down that paper bag, he stood there and watched with his arms crossed as your tail fluttered to life in response to his tone, the tip silently patting the sheets in a lazy and reluctant little wag that you might have actually gotten away with, if it weren't for the fact that your tail was in plain view. 

He was initially going to try a few more times to get a response out of you, hoping to make sure you were okay and to see if you wanted to talk, but he quickly realized that wasn't going to work with you. You weren't all doom and gloom like he tended to be, you were silly, you were playful, you were fundamentally kind. A lighthearted approach wouldn't work with him, or with most of the people he dealt with on a day-to-day basis, but it would almost certainly work with you. 

"Well," Leon stretched his arms up with a dramatic groan, "Since there's no puppies in the bed..."

And then he playfully toppled over the lump in the bedding, bracing himself on his elbows so as not to actually crush you, of course, music to his ears being the muffled squeal of stubborn discontent that sounded out from beneath the covers.

"Leon!" You whined, arms squirming around beneath him in a desperate flurry of moves to find the edge of the blanket, tugging it down to free your face for some air. Soon enough your head poked out from beneath the covers and your eyes were already narrowed into unamused slits at him. 

But that wasn't really what caught his attention about the look on your face. You were panting for breath, your ears flopped back lazily and your hair an absolute mess, your skin hot to the touch and clammy with sweat. Now his eyes were narrowed at you in suspicion, because you were certainly frustrated, just... not the kind of frustrated he was anticipating, if his suspicions were found to be correct. 

"You look guilty," He commented, brow raised as he took you by the chin and tilted your head this way and that, as though in observation. "Why do you look guilty, puppy?" 

"I'm not," You were quick to defend yourself-- much too quick, in Leon's opinion-- and you stubbornly recoiled back from his hand, continuing to squirm and resist beneath him. "You're squishing me!" 

You planted the palm of your hand dead in the center of his face in an attempt to push him away, the bedding slipping further down in the process to reveal your flushed collarbones and shoulders, both of which were bare. Were you naked? In his bed? 

He took you by the wrists to pin your hands down with ease, staring down at you in scrutiny. "Don't lie to me, sweetheart," He said, tone firm, but not unkind. "You're red as a tomato." 

With a stubborn whine, your ears flattened back against your messy head in what could only be read as shame, and that certainly wasn't what he was going for at all, even with the compromising position he had you in at the moment. It was just meant to tease you, but you looked mortified, and he could only imagine why that might be. 

"Puppy," He softened, letting go of your wrists, one hand taking you by the cheek to gently caress you. "You know I can't help you if you don't tell me what's going on." 

Your mouth fell open and then snapped shut again a time or two, a clear indication that you were tripping over your words in search of the right ones. Finally, you managed, "It's... I-It's hot." 

"Then why are you all bundled up, huh?"

You didn't even really need to admit it at this point, because it was clear as day what was going on here-- after all, Chris had warned him this might happen, that hybrids could have... intense reproductive cycles-- but he also wasn't going to push it if you just wanted to ride it out on your own. He wasn't an expert on this, he didn't know exactly what you needed, and he didn't want to overstep and freak you out.

That being said, the thought that you'd retreated to his bedroom, desperate to surround yourself with his belongings in his absence just to cope with being in heat, was a remarkably good one.

This time you didn't seem to have a retort, still writhing under him and trying to push him off of you, which wasn't new behavior for you, though this time he did take it upon himself to give you some space instead of continuing to mess with you. 

"Alright, alright, relax, daddy's not making fun of you--" 

"You're not my daddy," You interjected stubbornly, but just like always, the rosy, searing blush on your face betrayed how you really felt about the topic, even as you added, "Stop trying to make me call you that!" 

Leon dearly and sincerely adored you, that much was to be sure, but your hard-headedness could run him ragged sometimes, when you'd dig your heels in so hard about things that seemed so innocuous. Whether or not you should be expected to call him daddy-- which he regularly enjoyed teasing you about but would never legitimately force you to do-- didn't feel like the biggest issue at hand here. Not by a mile. 

How was he supposed to focus on that when you were just... burning up? Panting for breath and shaking and whining? Oh dear God, this wasn't good, and for as much effort as he was putting into focusing on your wellbeing, it was becoming increasingly difficult not to focus on the way his pants were beginning to feel uncomfortably cozy in the front. He brought one hand down between you to adjust himself only to find he'd unintentionally solicited a faint, but distinctly needy moan from you in the process, presumably because you'd touched you somewhere he hadn't necessarily meant to. 

"G-Go away, Leon," You insisted, eyes screwed shut as you turned your head to the side and maintained that stubborn frown he knew so well on you. "Get off of me!" 

But your tail was wagging in an absolute blur, thumping mindlessly against the damp sheets and knocking in between his knees at an intensity that was impossible to miss. Leon's eyes narrowed and he bared his teeth in an intrigued grin before finally sitting back on his haunches, still straddling you, but at least freeing your upper half. 

"Leon, quit--" 

You poor dear, you were so, so close to finishing that sentence, if only it weren't for the way Leon swung one leg between your own, driving his knee right up to the apex until you felt the muted pressure lavish your clit. Whatever you were about to say fizzled out on your tongue and instead popped out in a string of whimpers, your back arching up off the bed. The movement caused the bedding to slip down just a little bit further, confirming his suspicion that you were in fact naked, at least from the waist up.

Taking the soft globe of your breast into the palm of his hand, Leon let his thumb brush over your already pebbled nipple and asked lowly, "Oh, c'mon, pretty puppy... you're totally sure you don't want daddy's help? I think you're just being fussy..."

Your chest rumbled with a little growl, but it was more of a moan than that, and the fiery glare on your face was the perfect image of it. You were pissed, and quite frankly, it was a good look on you. Maybe even one of his favorites. Suddenly you were baring your teeth at him too, just pretending it was in the opposite way. You were such an open book to him. 

"You're being mean," Huffed the stubborn little puppy, but of course, Leon could be meaner. 

So he was. Leon snatched the covers off the bed in one quick swipe, and what was revealed to him beneath had to have been a thousand times better than anything he might have expected. You were naked, yes, but tangled between your legs was a pair of his sweatpants, undoubtedly retrieved from the depths of the overturned laundry basket, the grey cotton soaked through in patches with slick all over the crotch and thighs. 

Fucking Christ, you weren't just getting off to the thought of him, but also the scent of him, the feeling of his clothes on your skin, and presumably, an idea not unlike what he was already teasing you with; letting you rub one out on his thigh. 

Squishing your cheeks in one hand, he said firmly, "Look at me. Do you honestly feel like I'm being mean to you?" 

There was a pause while you stared at each other, your eyes searching his own skeptically. It didn't really seem he was messing with you, no, in fact he appeared like he really wanted to help you. The back and forth was fun and he enjoyed the little game you'd made out of getting to know each other, but when it came to your comfort and wellbeing, he wasn't interested in being forced to solve puzzles. You couldn't really blame him. 

"N-No," You admitted. 

"Exactly, so just... simmer down, will you?" 

This time Leon didn't give you another chance to tell him to fuck off. He scooped you up at the waist and pulled you to your knees, drawing your body close to his until you were straddling his left thigh. Eyes wide, you stared at him stiffly, like you were too afraid to move. Huffing out a breath, he rolled his eyes with a smirk and gripped your hips, tugging you down until you were finally bearing your weight on him. 

For as fast as your pointed teeth sank into your bottom lip to quiet yourself, it didn't even matter. You still let out a pleasured whine, ears flat against your head and your tail hung low, the tip swishing in a reluctant little wag that patted the outside of his knee with every other beat. 

"You're too precious for your own damn good," He grumbled, thumbs brushing soothing circles into your hips. "Y'know that, pup?"

Breaths falling short, it felt like your head was full of warm mud, teetering for balance on your neck as your upper body tipped forward to grasp at his arms. As expected, Leon caught you effortlessly, steadying you by cupping your face in his hands so he could look you right in your braindead little eyes, your noses almost touching as your tongue lolled out in lazy gasps.

It was obvious he wasn't going to get much more out of you in the way of words at this point, so it was a damn good thing you had that pretty tail knocking about. He figured all that wiggling was the closest he'd get to a literal window into your mind. 

"Go on, then," Leon smoothed your hair away from your sticky forehead, still mindful to hold you upright. His tone was low and, as always, far too sweet for you... but it was so nice, it vibrated down to the base of your spine and made you dizzier. You were just about to fulfill what he was encouraging you to do when he added wryly, "You've already made such a mess, don't get shy on me now." 

A quiet whimper stuttered from your dry throat-- you couldn't sit still anymore, he was being evil and he knew it, downright evil... and you typically would have stuck up your nose at him and brooded on it for a while, but you didn't even have the strength of mind for that at the moment. You hardly even realized you were already rocking your hips back and forth against the clothed meat of his thigh, nails threatening to snap under the pressure as they begged to sink past his shirt and into his muscles. 

It was pleasant, sure, but it wasn't nearly enough, especially not after hours and hours and hours of tossing and turning in his bed, rubbing yourself nearly numb with your fingers and your toys and his pillows and his clothes, aching for something tangible and warm to nurse the pain away. You let your forehead rest against his own for a moment to catch your breath, hoping to find the right angle, but you just weren't getting what you needed, and the frustration alone made your glassy eyes sting with the threat of tears. 

That just wouldn't do. 

"Oh, you really made a mess, didn't you, sweet girl?" Leon cooed sympathetically, shushing your delicate cries. Thumbs skimming over your burning cheeks, he asked quietly and carefully, "Why don't you let daddy lick it up, hm?" 

Your expression scrunched up in a weak pout and your empty little head bobbed up and down in an airy nod, and just as soon as you gave him that go-ahead, he was moving to make it so. You were on your back in seconds, Leon's broad hands spreading your plush thighs apart to make space for himself between them, and for as cool and composed as he was trying to appear right now, he couldn't help the low moan that made it past him just at the sight of you. 

Sure, he'd seen more than enough by now to guess that you were wet, but you weren't just wet, you were dripping all over yourself. It was all he could do to collect as much of you on his tongue as possible, groaning at the taste and dragging you closer by your hips until he was as close as he could get, the tip of his nose buried against the curls at the lowest point of your mound as he lapped you up with abandon.

You were writhing and crying, legs kicking out at the stimulation before drawing back up to dig into his shoulders and pull him further into you, into the mess of you. He'd managed to find it somehow, to become that something tangible and warm and redefine it, unraveling you from the root with a sanguine sense of desperation that was tempered by his undying commitment to treating you like you were made of glass. 

Your tail was curling up tight against the base of your spine, your chest was heaving for breath, you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore, and he hardly could either. 

But he also couldn't stand not to. If you had the capacity to pay attention to small details, you might have noticed his eyes were just as bleary and drunk as yours were. Leon recorded your every movement in his mind like scripture from this angle, his own hips rutting down into the bed while yours bucked into his mouth, and it was only when he found the strength to pull away for air that he found a moment to reorient himself in reality. 

His lips were puffy, rosy, and slick with you as he caught his breath, two fingers toying with your puffy, aching clit in the absence of his tongue. It was almost like muscle memory for him to reach up with his free hand and pat your belly, an affectionate hum ringing from him at the near-immediate reaction it got out of you, even in a state like this. You were squirming and arching beneath him as your quivering body fought to determine priority over the attention brought by either hand, a rather endearing dilemma to have found yourself in. 

"Oh, my poor baby," Leon preened, lavishing the inside of your right thigh with kisses. "You're so cute..." 

Unable to help himself from letting you have the best of both forms of pampering, he replaced the tips of his fingers with his tongue yet again, freeing both hands to pet your soft tummy. The movements were lazy, but sure enough, your tail was going off as fast as it could while you laid there shivering and whining and clawing at him, tumbling over the edge into release before you could come up with a way to warn him first. 

As if he would have cared anyway. A warning wouldn't have changed anything. Hell, it might have even spoiled what turned out to be a dizzying moment of unabashed indulgence for him. 

Gentle, adoring hands kneading delicately at all your favorite spots, Leon willfully deprived himself of oxygen in pursuit of every drop of your syrup as it flowed from you, knowing he would come to regret being wasteful later if this should turn out to be a one-time thing. He lost himself to the throes of hedonism for several drawn out moments until he was confident you were licked clean, until he came to again and realized you had gone completely limp in the wake of your expenditure. 

Rolling over onto his back, Leon spread out just as bonelessly across the bed as you did, the both of you a sorry sight of sweat and heat. He spent several minutes trying to find a way to break the silence. With the haze of lust wearing off a bit and clearing up space in his mind for more intelligent processes, Leon was already beginning to dread the inevitable conversation this would warrant between the two of you.

Lucky for him, that was so far outside of the realm of your current train of thought... or lack thereof. You certainly felt better, but that didn't mean your brain wasn't mud anymore. Little else mattered to your muggy, muddled mind but the here and now. 

In an unexpected move, you rolled onto your side to rest your head against his chest. The way you struggled to meet his eyes was enough for him to know you were likely still struggling to talk, or maybe you just didn't really want to, but the olive branch you'd extended demonstrated your agreeable state, which was more than he could've said for you half an hour ago. 

Shit, half an hour ago he was still hoping a couple presents from his trip would win your affections, yet here he was with the taste of you lingering on his lips, your naked body curled up to him for comfort. 

Wrapping his arm tightly around you until you were tucked up comfortably into his side, Leon rested his chin atop your head and mumbled fondly, "What am I gonna do with you, huh? Can't even sleep in my own bed after a long mission 'cause this pretty little puppy made such a big mess... I hope you know how to work the washing machine."

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Glory Box | Albert Wesker & William Birkin x f!Reader

Summary: Albert gets very jealous seeing F/N get all close with his unit, so fucks her in his office - also, William Birkin is there.

Warnings/Contains: Smut, jealous sex (initially), exhibitionism, voyeuristic William Birkin, office sex, nipple sucking, fingering (f!receiving), hickeys, squirting, praise kink, masturbation, oral sex (f!receiving), lowkey bisexual William, unprotected sex.

WC: 2,573

Posted On: 20/06/25, also on AO3!

Title Song: Glory Box - Portishead

Author's Note: I finally figured out how to use gradient texts omg life changer. Also finally got to upload; I've had no wi-fi for the past week, it's been horrendous. Also I have 2 exams that I haven't revised for so yay.

18+ MDNI!!!

Divider by @kodaswrld

Albert knew that this was a bad idea.

He gave into the pressure of his team's begging and nagging to meet his wife that they didn't think exist. Now, Albert, with a frown on his face, was holding his dear wife's hand to the S.T.A.R.S's headquarters.

"This is going to be a really bad idea, F/N," Albert grumbled, using his keycard to swiftly make his way to their breakroom.

F/N let out a small laugh and looked up at Albert with sympathy. "It's gonna be okay, Albert. I'm sure they're nice kids," she suggested with an empathetic tone.

Albert sighed, shaking his head, "They're a pain in the ass."

Holding his grip a bit tighter on her now, Albert opened the door to the break room, revealing the members of his Alpha team.

The first to notice was Jill, who gasped and waved excitedly. The others followed soon after, swarming around the couple.

Albert noticed that Chris had his hand out to shake for F/N, the woman smiled and shook his hand, "You must be Chris Redfield, right?" F/N asked.

Chris nodded, "Does our captain here talk about us?"

"Oh, yes he does, very much," F/N replied with a smirk, looking over at Albert, "he really likes you guys."

Albert frowned at her comment and crossed his arms, "You get five more minutes to talk to her, then we're out of here." The blond felt anxious as his team swarmed her with questions, he didn't like it - he even caught himself anxiously playing with his wedding band.

He noticed that Chris and Joseph kept whispering to each other, he could hear them.

'She's too hot for him.'

'Man, I would not be showing her off to anyone if I was him.'

He wanted to leave now.

Albert looked over at the pair and glared at them hard, giving them a 'I know what you're talking about' look. This instantly shut the two up as they stopped whispering to each other.

His teeth were grinding together; he could practically see them ogle her.

"So, F/N, what do you even like about our captain anyway?" Jill asked with a small smile. The question snapped Albert out of his glare, now looking down at F/N.

F/N thought for a moment before answering, "Well, he's gentle, he loves cooking with me...." F/N looked over at Albert and smiled, "he's real lovey-dovey-"

"Alright, that's enough," Albert cut her off, he held her hand again and turned around, "Five-minutes is up, we've got-to-go."

The small arrangement of members sighed.

"C'mon," Albert told F/N in a hushed tone, F/N pouted but nodded anyway, she waved goodbye to the rest of the Alpha team and followed Albert out.

The blond man groaned and ran a hand through his hair once he left the breakroom, "What a group of rascals..." Albert sighed and looked down, "I told you, they're all annoyances."

"Don't be so harsh on them, Albert, they look up to you."

He simply shook his head and started walking again, "C'mon, let's get going to my office." F/N nodded and rubbed Albert's hand, holding it in hers as they made their way to his office.

"Y'know, F/N," Albert started quietly, "I really disliked how some of my men were looking at you. Like you were some kind of cake on display."

F/N raised her eyebrows but grinned mischievously, "You were jealous, weren't you?" she asked, her grip tightening on him.

Albert rolled his eyes, opening his office with his keycard, "Why do you say so, dear?" Albert asked. He quickly locked the door behind them and sat at his desk, F/N followed as she sat on one of the seats in front of his desk.

"Well, you were glaring at Chris and, I think his name is Joseph. I swear you were shooting lasers at them."

He wish he could have.

"Hmm, maybe you're correct, but I cannot help it; you are a very gorgeous looking woman."

F/N smiled at Albert's compliment, placing her left-hand over his right, "I was very right in marrying you, Albert; I only want you in my life."

Albert pursed his lips, he looked over at the windows of his office before looking back at F/N. "You know, dear, no one comes through this part of the building too much..." Albert muttered.

F/N raised an eyebrow as Albert gave her a small smirk, "Are you suggesting we fuck in your office?"

He nodded.

"Oh."

"Oh, indeed, darling."

F/N's widened a little before she smirked, "You are such a pervert."

Albert got up from his seat and stood behind F/N, "Just be warned, darling, I'm still gonna fuck you even if anyone comes in," he whispered. He grabbed F/N's arm softly, guiding her to sit on his desk, then kissing her.

The couple closed their eyes at the touch, Albert's hand moved to softly cup her face. He moved away from the kiss a minute later and stared down at her with lustful eyes, "Baby, I'm gonna ruin you here."

Albert smashed back down onto F/N's lips, F/N moaned at the sudden contact, her hands sliding down to his waist. The blond man started to unbutton F/N's blouse.

"Mm... God, FN...." Albert huffed out in-between kisses, "you... you look so... hot." His tongue prodded F/N's lips softly, indicating that he wanted to feel her mouth.

F/N did as he asked and opened her mouth slightly, Albert's tongue slithered its way inside. He moaned at the sweet taste; he could taste the strawberry latte that she had just an hour ago.

His hands trailed away from the middle of her blouse, then pulling it down and onto the floor.

Albert finally moved away from the kiss, a small trail of saliva connecting their mouths.

"Dear, you are absolutely ravishing," Albert growled out, F/N laughed a little, kissing his cheek softly.

He then pushed F/N into the middle of the desk; he noticed that she was wearing the lacey blue bra that he loved a lot. "You're gonna kill me..." Albert huffed out.

F/N let out a soft whimper as Albert pulled the cups up and over her chest, revealing her tits to him.

No matter how many times they have sex, Albert will never get enough of her.

"You liking the view?" F/N asked, running her hand through his hair softly.

Albert kept his eyes glued to her chest basically, but still gave her a small nod. His mouth latched almost instantly a second later onto one of her nipples.

F/N let out a small moan instantaneously.

Albert's eyes closed softly; he wanted more of her, so he moved a hand down, expertly unbuttoning her jeans button and unzipping them.

The woman helped him out by shimmying them down. Albert hummed a small thank you, hand now trailing down from her bellybutton to the side of her panties.

His finger dipper underneath, feeling the wetness of her cunt.

"Hhuhgh.. oh God, Albert..." F/N moaned out, "you feel so so good." F/N rubbed the back of his head as a reward - Albert basically purred.

The blond's fingers rubbed her clit at a slow pace, F/N's grip got a bit tighter now, her hands gripping the roots of his head.

He could sense that she was getting overwhelmed but he loved it.

His fingers now dipped lower, middle and ring finger slipping in her cunt with ease. "Oh FUCK!" F/N moaned out, her body tensed up at the pleasure.

"You like that, don't you, dear?" Albert panted out, deciding to move away from her chest which was practically glowing and slobbered.

F/N let out a quite loud moan.

Albert felt so turned on by her. His mouth latched on F/N's neck almost instantly, leaving heavy trails of his love-bites across it.

When Albert moved away he heard the door open, the fingers that were inside of F/N tensed up, but relaxed once he heard William Birkin's voice.

"You were answering your pager so I-" William, who was initially looking down at some papers, paused as he looked up, his face warmed up.

Albert was still fingering F/N quite slowly, turned around and now facing William. The woman gasped and covered her mouth, letting out a muffled moan as Albert's thumb started to rub her clit softly.

"Sorry about that, William, as you see, I am a bit busy at the moment."

William gulped hard, he looked away from the scene in front of him as the door closed behind him. "I- I can leave-" William was interrupted when he saw Albert shaking his head.

"You can stay and tell me what I have to know," Albert cut-in, he gestured to the chair that was off to the side of the desk.

William fidgeted with the paper, looking over at F/N, but she was too indulged in the pleasure to give him an answer.

"Oh, okay," William sat by on the seat, keeping his eyes glued to the paper, "ba- basically, we have a new assignment given to us..." he trailed off once he heard F/N's moans growing louder.

Her hand was gripping the table harshly as Albert's fingers fastened their pace.

"... and um..." William felt uncomfortable, feeling his erection growing.

"C'mon, William, don't let me be a distraction," Albert encouraged, he gave the flustered man a small smirk before looking back at F/N.

F/N gave Albert a desperate look, legs shaking, "I- I'm gonna cu- cum," F/N stuttered.

Albert huffed, but continued at the same pace anyway, "What do you think, William, does F/N deserve to cum?"

William's head shot up when he heard his name.

"Me?"

"Yes you, William."

The man gulped and shrugged, "I- I guess she can..."

Albert smirked, his thumb applied more pressure on her clit, "Hear that, dear? William here said that you could cum, what do we say?"

F/N let out a high-pitched moan and looked down at William, "Th- Thank you!" she moaned out.

Not even a moment later, she felt herself cum.

She squirted all over his fingers.

F/N sobbed out a choked moan, her head leaning back.

"Good girl..." Albert praised, he kissed her cheek softly before pulling her down to her knees, "I think you deserve to suck my cock after that."

F/N nodded mindlessly, she wasn't fully recovered from her orgasm before unbuckling Albert's pants and pulling them down.

The other man's eyes widened again, he should feel uncomfortable, but everything just felt so right.

All three of them noticed Albert's bulging erection, but it was just too good to look away from.

"Fuck..." Albert huffed out as F/N gripped his cock softly, indulging in the taste of the pre-cum that was leaking from his tip, "what- what else did they say?" Albert asked William.

The man gulped, re-reading the sheets of paper, "we have a meeting on Tuesday, 8:30 am..." William muttered, Albert nodded, he let out a small hiss as F/N started to take the full length of his cock in her mouth.

Her eyes were closed and her hands were holding onto his waist.

"Pretty girl..." Albert whispered.

F/N bobbed faster from his praise, basically choking on his cock.

But as soon as Albert felt like he was going to cum, he pulled F/N away from him. "I can't yet, dear, I want to cum in you," He explained to a disappointed F/N.

Albert looked over at William, "If you want to masturbate here William, neither of us will care."

William sat in the chair, nodding, he felt flushed at Albert's forwardness, but supposed it wasn't all that bad. He unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers just enough for his cock to spring out.

His hands gripped the base cock and slowly pumped it as he stared at the couple in front of him.

F/N got up on her feet, being helped by Albert to bend over the desk. The blond man let out quiet, shaky moan at the sight of her dripping cunt, he pulled her panties down to her ankles and spread her asscheeks.

"You ready, dear?" Albert asked.

The woman let out desperate nods, whining out and wriggling her ass softly - she wanted to be fucked so desperately.

Albert granted her wish, he held his cock, jerking it a couple of times before slowly penetrating her cunt.

The couple let out a moan in unison while William whimpered.

"Feels good, doesn't it, love?" Albert whispered in F/N's ear, she nodded slowly and leaned her head on the desk, huffing out small moans.

After a minute to adjust, Albert began to fuck into her slowly. William eyed them from a distance, making sure that his pace and strength matched theirs.

Albert's hands gripped each side of her hips, admiring her ass rippling as he fucked into her.

"So good for me, aren't you?" Albert asked, F/N nodded, her eyebrows furrowing in pleasure, letting out moans that matched the strikes his cock gave.

William bit his lip, letting out a muffled whimper, feeling so turned on from the scene in front of him.

Albert groaned out, he squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure - he could feel F/N's walls squeezing against him, he was overwhelmed but he didn't stop.

"A-Aahh... Albert!" F/N moaned out, she peered over her shoulder to look at Albert, occasionally looking at William, "I need to cum so bad... please!"

He kissed down her back slowly before looking back at her, "You cum when I cum, 'kay?" Albert suggested, F/N nodded desperately, sweat dripping down her cheek.

William let out a strangled moan, the sound of F/N's moans were overwhelming for him.

Before he could even blink, William came, white ropes of cum shot into his hand - he felt slightly embarrassed. Albert looked over at William's hand, chuckling a little.

"Look at that, seems like William here came first," Albert informed.

F/N whined out shaking her head, "Don't- don't fucking care, just let me cum!"

Albert frowned at her words, but he was a caring husband so he practically slammed himself inside her.

That rough pace was all it took.

F/N felt herself tingle, she let out a few short bursts of moans before cumming all over Albert's cock. Albert, overwhelmed as well, followed soon after and came inside of her.

"F-Fuck! You're so good F/N, holy fuck- your cunt is so tight against me."

He could feel his warm cum cover her walls.

A moment later, Albert pulled out and huffed, breathing heavily as he started to dress himself and F/N.

"That is all, William, you are excused."

William nodded, he panted softly and wiped his hands with tissues that were placed in a box on the table.

The scientist waved and softly said his goodbyes before walking out of the office.

F/N was too fucked-out to even notice that William left.

Albert kissed her forehead and helped her change again, "You did good, dear, I'll get some of that nice Chinese food you like, 'kay?"

F/N hummed a yes, her mind fuzzy.

"Good girl."

[harpsinfinity]

Best seat(s) in the house

Vendetta!Chris redfield X afab!fem!reader

He definitely hasn't been festering in my mind forever

Genre: smuuuut

Warnings: Chris is a munch, face sitting, oral (f receiving), pet names, reader is mentioned to have long hair, riding, slight praise, missionary

REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!

Word count: 1.8k

Tags: @writingwisterias @imjustasugablob

Song to listen to while reading:

To say you were anxious was an understatement. Sure, you'd thought about your boyfriend letting you use his face as a chair, but you never thought it'd actually happen. The fear of crushing or suffocating him was always present when the idea came to mind. You loved Chris too dearly to hurt him.

But here you found yourself, sat on his bulky chest while he grinned up at you with his stupidly handsome face. He looked at you like Aphrodite made you herself. All he wanted was to please his girl.

"are you sure you're sure, baby? m'scared I might hurt you"

You admitted, you were just a bundle of nerves. Heart beating rapidly against your chest. You gasped as his warm, big palms encased your hips, gently encouraging you to hover directly over his face.

The sight of your soaked pussy went straight to his cock, feeling himself twitch and leak pre the longer he looked.

"honey, just trust me."

He squeezes your hips in reassurance, bringing you down slowly while he had you distracted with his sweet words.

"even if you did suffocate me, it'd be a better death compared to the assholes I've fought"

while his words did partially calm the storm inside of you, there was still that worry gnawing in the back of your head

"Chris i-"

Your words melted on your tongue the moment he all but shoved his face into your heat, his lips pressing against your twitching bundle of nerves as he sucked at it. A surprised, noisy moan came forth from your throat. His hands had a death-grip on your hips, moving them against his face for you.

One of your hands was stuck to the wooden headboard, sure to leave marks from your nails. The other found a home in his buzzed hair, gripping the shorts strands almost painfully. It was something he could take though, no problem.

Embarrassingly loud, wet noises vibrated in your ears. The obscene sounds of him slurping, grunting and kissing at you made your ears burn and face turn red. It was so wet, so messy. You couldn't help but yearn for more, more.

It was right on your lips: more, more, more.

The way he mouthed at and tongue-fucked your needy hole had you squealing and calling out his name with a breathless whine. you didn't imagine it'd feel this good. Being able to put your full weight on him, the way his stubble rubbed against your sensitive thighs. How the tip of his perfect nose nudged against your clit, it was too much yet not enough at the same time. Intoxicating.

For a moment, your eyes flick down to his face. Or, the top half of his face that was visible to you. He was already pussydrunk to the max not even a minute in, the sight of his eyes screwed shut, furrowed brows and moaning into your heat had your walls fluttering around nothing.

Copious amounts of slick dripped from you, flowing down Chris' jaw as he ate you like a starved man. He groaned into you, the vibrations making you squeal and clamp your thighs around his head. You couldn't deny how much quicker the build up to your orgasm was, faster than normal.

The warmth that spread within you was burning, dripping in arousal that overtook your whole being as you succumbed to it eagerly.

It was so satisfying to watch how he'd proven you wrong. it was almost laughable how you thought you'd hurt him, an absolute unit of a man who was built for anything to come his way.

Oh how he'd dreamed of this for so long, for you to sit on his perfect fucking face and let him stuff your cunt full of his tongue for hours until you were nothing but a mindless, blushy, moaning mess that could do nothing but chase the sensation of his tongue even through overstimulation.

"fuck, look at you. Takin' it so well, what was all that worryin' for, huh?"

The husky tone of his voice surrounded your ears, it was almost intoxicating as your eyes rolled back until only the whites could be seen. Your body was slick in a sheen of sweat and your hair cassdaded down your shoulders beautifully.

"ohmygod- don't stop ! pleasepleaseplease"

That was music to his ears, it made him throb and work harder to make you come all over his face. He was certain he'd come from this alone if it was even possible, a wet patch on his boxers from his drooling dick visible.

Your jaw went slack as all you were able to do was moan and let Chris rock your hips as you felt your incoming bliss reach it's peak. The hand in his hair slithered it's way to one of the palms against your hip, interlocking your fingers and squeezing.

If only he could see your face, how blissed out and beautiful you looked. Ethereal even. Oh how we wanted to see the drool that would hang from your plush lips, your furrowed brows accompanied with the rosy hue dusting your cheeks, the way your tits would bounce with every rock of your hips. That was the only con about this, but he could deal with it.

Soon, your hips surpassed the speed that he had set. All worries were gone as you mindlessly chased the incoming high, just following what your body was screaming for, aching even. Tears of esctacy pooled in your lashline, it was too much yet just right all at the same time. It was overwhelming yet you wanted it to continue.

The hand that you'd laced with Chris' squeezed in an almost death grip as your body shook, you choked out his name as blinding pleasure hit you like a ton of bricks, thighs aching from how tight they were clamped around his head.

He didn't let up, still sucking and licking as you drenched his face in your juices, driving you into irresistible overstimulation. Everything felt muffled, dazed in a buzz of pleasure.

Once you were completely spent, Chris manuvered you back to straddling his toned torso. You bit back a moan watching him lick his lips before pulling you into a consuming kiss, you could taste yourself on his lips. that alone turned you on more.

The feeling of his cock pressed against your ass made you gasp, letting him groan into your mouth when you rocked against it. His hands fly to your hips, moving them to the speed he desired.

He murmured in your ear with a sly grin crossing his lips, it made you throb all over again.

"you know what to do, honey"

You hum in response, your slick, wanting hole aching to be stuffed full of his fat cock.

You reach behind you to grapple onto the waistband of his boxers, moaning when his cock comes free and hits your ass.

Placing both hands on his sturdy chest, your sink your pussy onto him. Inch by thick inch.

You whined when your hips meet his, the curved shape of him pressing against your sweet spot instantly. It was too much yet not enough.

You began to bounce on him, riding like a cowgirl. The hands on your hips guided you up and down, up and down. Through your estacy filled haze, your lips lock with Chris', your chest pressed up against his as you opted to grinding your hips against his, moaning and drooling against his lips as you chased his high as well as your second.

"that's my good girl, takin' me so well"

Butterflies erupt in your stomach and your walls flutter around his cock, keening at the sweet, syrupy praises he fed to you.

One of his calloused hands abandons your hips to run down the length of your spine, the soft touch making your head reel.

"mhh..oh fuck, Chris"

Your whine against his lips, every hit to your sweet spot made your body tingle, that pleasant warmth pooling in your stomach.

Your hips ached as you lazily grinded against his cock, your poor clit smushed in his happy trail. As much as you wanted to ride him like a harlot, after the mind-blowing orgasm he gave you with his mouth, it was hard to find that energy.

Chris press a kiss to your lips, rubbing his thumb against your bottom lip. His heated gaze bore into yours, in a pleasure drunken haze that wanted nothing but to just come their brains out.

"you tired, sweetheart? need me to take over?"

His warm, deep voice whispered against the shell of your ear, all it took was a simple nod before your entire world was turned upside down.

He had you on your back, legs draped around his hips as he fucked into you at a heavenly pace. A needy moan was drawn out of you, clawing at his back in estacy.

You chanted his name like a prayer as he pushed you closer and closer to your peak, your walls tightened around him as he attacked the column of your neck with sweet kisses.

His own grunts and groans were music to your ears, it was something you wanted an entire playlist of.

“Look how good you take it.”

Chris groans against your neck, a rough thumb making its way to rub and flick at your overworked clit, watching the way your face contorts with pure bliss and the way you squeal as you get close to your high.

He was right there with you, the same sharp coil tightening in the pit of his abdomen. It was maddening.

"oh fuck, oh fuck ! I-im-"

You keen, your eyes rolled up, drool seeping from the corners of your lips. Your body twitches as it prepares to ride more waves of intense pleasure.

Chris shushes you, sticking a kiss to your temple

"cmon, that's it. Let it all out, my good girl"

A scream tore from your throat as you gushed all over him, stars spotted your vision. You just about made out the throb of his cock inside you, a deep grunt exiting his throat as his own high filled you up impossibly full.

When you came back to earth, you were soon wrapped in his arms with a blanket draped over the pair of you. Letting your exhausted state slip away into dreamland

Harpsinfinity 2025©

[jillsandwhichs]

My captain

Chapter 13 to RE Characters x Reader smutshot collection

Masterlist

Pairing: F!Reader x Chris Redfield (RE6 Version)

Summary: You stay late at work one night due to having overtime. While you're hard at work, Chris has you come into his office for an opinion on something. One thing leads to another, and he's fucking you on his desk

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Friends/Co-Workers/Hookup

WC: 3.4k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Making Out, Dirty talk, Hickies, Clit rubbing, Unprotected P in V, Rough sex, Office sex, Semi public sex, Choking, Pulling out, Slight aftercare

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

You clacked the papers against the desk as you straightened them out and set them to the side. You swear that is the most you've done in a day. Absolutely spent is what you are. Sadly though, you can't leave yet. Overtime is a bitch but the BSAA isn't unfamiliar with making it's employees stay later than they should have to. At the end of the day though, you hardly mind. More pay is all that matters to you.

Picking up your iced coffee, you sipped it and set it back down before glancing around the office. Empty. The only people still here are you, a few other agents spread around HQ and your captain, Chris Redfield. It's not surprising he's still here, he tends to stay late even when it isn't needed. He's in his primary office currently, it's just feet away from where you are sitting right now. It makes you feel safer, you'll admit that much.

Standing up, you grabbed the stack of papers and held them close to your chest, ready to take them down to the directors room. It is a rather tedious task. It's two flights of stairs away and half of the time, he's not even here so then you end up having to turn them in the copy room. It's very... Agitating.

As you went to leave the room, the sound of the office door to your right opening up was heard. You gandered over and gave Chris a kind smile, not expecting him to suddenly appear. "Oh, hey you." He smirked, walking over to you and looking you up and down in a friendly manner. "Hey Cap, what are you up to?" "Was about to stop by the break room to grab a coffee. You?" "Taking these to McCarthy." "Ah," he nodded, his hands in his pockets.

"Well," he glanced towards the double doors then back at you. "I can take those for you, if you'd like. I'm heading that way anyways." "Oh," you can't say no to such a kind offer. You carefully passed him the weight of papers with a faint look of gratitude on your face. "I'd seriously appreciate that. Thank you." You didn't expect him to offer such a thing. "Of course, anything for you." He winked before trailing out of the room and to his intended place.

You sighed deeply before murming to yourself and heading back to your desk. You sat down and opened up your laptop. Now all you have to do is finish your report for the last mission you went on with Chris and your shared squad. You all went to Alaska and it was a rather eventful mission, to say the least. You're glad you're all back and safe though, that is all that matters.

Opening up a doc, you began to continue typing everything up. Tonight will be a long one. The second you get home, you're hitting the hay.

Amidst of you typing on your laptop, the sound of the door opening was heard once again. You turned your head and saw Chris entering the room. "Was he able to take my papers?" "Yep, he said thanks." "Good." You gave your captain a nod before glancing back down at your laptop and typing. You just want to get this report done as soon as possible. Takeout and sleeping sounds so good right now but with how weary you're beginning to feel, you bet you'll pass out in your bed once you're home.

Chris stood there, arms crossed and eyes on you. You didn't quite know why. You looked over at him and let out an awkward chuckle. "Do you need anything?" You asked. "Nah, no." He shook his head and looked down, trying to compose himself. "Need your opinion on something though, if I can snag you for a moment or two." Just great. Just when you though you'd actually be done quicker than you thought.

You let out a loud sigh, making it clear you didn't want to but you plan to anyway. "Sure thing." You forced a slight smile and stood up, closing your doc and standing beside him. "Lead the way." You pushed your hand out. He silently huffed out a laugh before having the two of you go into his primary office.

You've been in here a few times. It's kind of small. Wooden panel walls, black carpeting, a polished desk with a black desk chair. Not to mention the countless trophies and plagues around the room and the semi-dead sat plant in the corner as well. The lighting is dim but he has a desk lamp that he primarily uses. You wonder what it is he has to show you.

"So... What's up?" You said softly, crossing your arms and facing him. "This." He pulled out a sheet. "An outline of our upcoming mission. How do you feel about it?" You took the clipboard from his hand and analyzed what was on it. It seems rather regular to you, nothing out of the ordinary. "I like it." You smiled. "Glad I'll be with you the whole time, Lord knows Jensen will talk my ear off if I'm paired with him again." You laughed.

Chris nodded and took the clipboard from you. "Glad you like it. Ever since I started making these instead of others, they've been better, don't you think?" "Yeah, for sure." You nodded and looked around his office. He's not wrong. The missions have been going much more smoothly as of late and it's all because of him. Chris is a good captain, you have to give him that.

"Anywho though, thanks." He smirked and put the clipboard back into the drawer of his desk. "Of course." "And for your help," he paused for a moment and grabbed a coffee that was on his desk. You noticed he had two when coming back into the room but you didn't think it was for you, you just assumed he's an advant coffee drinker. "Oh, thank you! How thoughtful."

Right as you went to grab the paper cup from his hands, some of it splashed onto your shirt. The white lid wasn't on all the way. It stained your white BSAA merch shirt. You gasped and stepped away, watching as the brown, creamy liquid seeped into your chest area and dribbled as it went down. "Shit." Chris said in a disappointed tone. He turned around with haste and looked for a rag until he instead settled on thin tissues.

"I am so sorry." He murmured, dabbing your shirt awkwardly. You watched Chris as he cleaned your shirt off frantically. The sight was rather cute actually. You don't really care about a random work shirt, you have tons. You giggled as he continued and he looked up at you with a puzzled look. "Sorry, sorry..." You chortled, blushing at this point from your laughter. "You're just funny." You shook your head before snorting. Chris smirked and wiped your shirt off a little bit more. "You have a cute laugh." He commented, tossing the tissues in the trash.

You looked down at your shirt. Well, unfortunately, the stain is still there but at least your shirt is dry. Though, you can practically see your bra and cleavage through it, so that is a bit awkward. Then it clicked in your head what Chris had said. "You think so?" "Mhm." He leaned against his desk and gazed at you, his eyes dark and full with an emotion you don't recall ever seeing displayed within them. "Sorry," he huffed out a laugh, "I'm a bit forward, huh?" "It's no problem!" You smiled and uncrossed your arms. "Really, it isn't." You reassured him.

"Good," he then took a step closer to you, "because I think you're fucking hot." That sent literal shivers down your spine. Your back hit the door when he was closer to you and you giggled. "You do?" Now this isn't very professional of him but really, do you mind? Not necessarily. He mentally slapped himself in the face before blowing out a sigh. "Fuck, sorry." He stepped away but you grabbed his shoulder. "Chris, I mean," you shook your head, "Captain... I think you're... You know... As well..." You are stuttering and stumbling. How embarrassing.

Physically, Chris blushed though it wasn't visible. He wasn't lying. He finds you to be a rather attractive woman and you are. He just doesn't know what's gotten into him. Maybe the built up tension between you two is at its point of release and well, there has always been something going on between the two of you - anyone could've called that.

He stared into your eyes momentarily before whispering "Fuck it." And pressing his larger body up against yours and smashing his lips to your lips. You gasped and kissed him back, no hesitation occurring. You encased your arms around his neck as his lips roughly & passionately coursed over yours. Ten minutes ago, you were working on paperwork and now, you're literally swapping salvia with your fucking Captain. You are dirty.

As the two of you made out, you slightly moaned and Chris took that as an opportunity to slide his tounge into your mouth. It was wet and his mouth was warm. It's been awhile since something like this has happened to you and you're glad your celibacy is being broken by Chris. He's sexy and you can already tell, just by this, that he's going to absolutely rock your world.

Your guy's tongues moved rapidly together. His hands are all over you, one moment they rest upon your waist then the next he's cupping your flushed cheeks. You can't help but tangle your fingers in his deep brown hair, tugging and yanking on it.

This is truly not what you expected for this evening.

"Wait, wait, woah, woah, woah... We shouldn't." You lightly pushed him off of you as you ran your fingers through your hair. "You're right." Chris stated. You turned to face him. "But that doesn't mean I won't." You then kissed him again and this time, he walked with you until you hit your bum against his desk. He lifted you onto it, never breaking the sloppy kiss whilst doing so.

This is dangerous. It is so thrilling. It's fun. The fear of being caught is honestly just enticing. The fact that you may or may not be about to be fucked by your captain in his office is crazy to you. You broke from the kiss for a moment and smiled. "Captain..." "Call me Chris." He said with his forehead pressed against yours. "I want you." You said softly yet seductively. He smirked. "Oh yeah? How do you want me?" Oh, so he knows how to talk dirty. Perfect.

You cutely giggled and nibbled on your lower lip. "I want," your hands then went to his secure leather belt, tugging on it whilst you gazed into those sexy orbs. "To be fucked by you, right here, right now." You laughed and tilted your head to the side. He let out a breathless laugh and politely kissed your cheek. "You sure about that? I don't play nicely." He whispered in your ear. "Oh, I am very sure." You smiled before kissing him once again.

Chris let out a dark laugh before he ripped his belt off, allowing his jeans to fall to his ankles. You held onto his hips gently as he helped you lift your bum up, giving him the chance to take your jeans off. He took them off of your ankles and smiled. "You are just..." He looked you up and down. "Beautiful." It made you happy to hear that. You didn't think Chris thought of you this way.

You are wearing a matching set of a bra and panties. They are a deep shade of crimson red and the panties even have a cute dark purple bow on them. "Cute." Chris snorted before kissing you again. His lips trailed from your lips to your cheek, then to your neck where he then began to leave hickies all over it. All you could do was sit there and take it. You moaned, loudly. He knows what he's doing.

While he left hickies and love bites on your neck that'll surely catch the attention of some co-workers tomorrow, you could feel yourself damp against the line of your panties. You are yearning for him. Unfortunately, you are ovulating therefore you're a literal animal but hey, it's the way of womanly hood. You bit your lower lip as you felt him leave one final hickie onto your neck, the one that'll definitely be the most visible.

Chris pulled away with a devilish smirk. "You are so sexy... I've always thought that, you know?" He kissed you again and set one hand on your inner thigh, squeezing it and slapping it slightly before he then stuck part of his hand into your panties, making your breath shutter. "Oh?" You laughed out breathlessly, trying to remain calm. "Mhm, that's right." He kissed you again as his fingers began to play in your folds.

You let out a breath that you swear you've been holding this entire time. Your head tilted back as he played with your pussy so delicately. You bit your lower lip and whispered: "Chris... Fuck." You panted out. His fingers skillfully moved around your nub. The pressure in which he did it was perfect. You moaned in a needy way as he rubbed it faster, making you more and more wet. Fuck, he seriously knows what he's doing.

"Does that feel good?" Chris said softly against your ear before he nibbled on it. You nodded. "So good." You confirmed. It does. One finger swiftly moved along between your folds whilst his other one caressed her clit. "Mmm, good. You're so wet." He kissed your lips softly, pushed your head back a bit. "I am." You nodded. "Just for you." You giggled against his lips and you felt a dark smirk form on his face.

He pulled away for a moment before dropping his pair of underwear down to his ankles. Your mouth dropped as you saw his hardened cock in form before you. He's bigger than you expected. You looked up at him and smiled brightly, letting him know you are beyond ready for him. "Here." You lifted your hips up off of the desk, allowing him to pull your panties down, which he did. As he did, he laughed out as he looked at your pussy. "God, I need you-now."

You got yourself into a more comfortable position before he then set his hand on the desk, his other grabbing a hold of his member. "You ready princess?" "Mhm." You mumbled before kissing his cheek gently. This was it.

Chris then put his length deep within you. As he pushed himself in, all you could do was take in. You breathed in sharply and had your arms wrapped around his neck as he did, mainly for support. "You're so damn tight." He groaned into your ear as he settled into you. "So warm." You blushed as he spoke that way to you. It's turning you on way more. Fuck. You can't believe you're doing this with your very own boss.

He began to move into you. His thrusts were slow but deep. He made sure to be careful with you. "Does it feel nice?" Chris asked you softly. "Yes, it does... So nice..." You smiled as he fucked you with a pace that was perfect for you. Though, you wouldn't mind him being a bit rougher.

You placed your arms behind your back as he began to pick up the pace. Chris was still gentle, but you figure that won't last long. "God, I've thought of this so many times." He admitted. He has? That's took you by surprise. You leaned your head back and moaned loudly, the pleasure is impeccable. He drove his head into your neck and suckled on it, just as he had been earlier. That plus the fact he's fucking you was insanely sexy and made you feel so damn good.

"Fuck," Chris panted out as his movements began to pick up. He moved away from your neck and instead grasped it with his free hand, the other on the desk. "Look at me." He grunted, his thrusts now rough, making you dance internally. You looked at him dead in the eyes as he choked you. He did it firmly, and you thrived off of that. "Shit, harder, please." You whined out, never breaking the eye contact the two of you were sharing.

Before you knew it, your very own captain was pounding into you. The desk was shaking beneath you even. All you could do was sit there and take it because well, there was no getting out of this (Not that you wanted to). "Fuck, you like that? Rough?" "Uh-huh!" You moaned out, biting your lower lip and being a ragdoll as his disposable. "Good girl." He then let go of your neck and instead pressed his lips to yours, kissing you so passionately as he roughly moved into you.

Deep inside of you, you could feel it. That all too familiar feeling of ultimate pleasure. Admittedly, it's been a bit since you've felt it and it's none other than Chris bringing you to it. Your sense of reality slowly slipped out of your head as his relentless thrusts into you only kept up at the same roughness & hardness as they've been consistently going at. He noticed this. He smirked. "Gonna cum for me? Right on my desk?" He asked you in a low, sensual voice." All you could do was nod. Yes.

Just like that, you came. Your walls tightened around his length and he grunted before quickly pulling out and releasing on your lower stop... On your shirt... You didn't care though, at least not in the moment. How could you? You just got fucked absolutely senseless on your captains desk. All you did was smile and hold onto him for dear life as your orgasm slipped out of you gracefully.

Chris stepped away and admired you before picked up your pants and handing them to you. "Fucking hell." He laughed. "Fucking hell is right." You giggled in response as you put your underwear back on fully, then your jeans. He did the same except he didn't even bother with his belt. You stood up but almost fell over; Your legs felt like jelly. Chris snickered and grabbed your hips before looking down at you with a look of pride.

"You're proud of yourself, hm?" You smirked at him. "Very." He leaned down and kissed you softly, using one of his hands to cup your cheek. You melted. You didn't expect for him to act this way after the fact. Chris pulled away and kept his hand on your soft cheek. "I'll let you get back to work but uh," He caressed your cheek as he paused, "Come back to my office tomorrow, I'll buy us lunch." He kissed your forehead.

Now he's buying lunch for you two? Maybe he's a romantic.

Nodding, you let go of him and turned around. "Think you can walk?" He was being such a cocky asshat. You snorted and flipped him off playfully. "I'll manage." He winked at you and that was that.

[saddleups]

𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.

★ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 . . . 4.4k

★ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 . . . series of one shots, ongoing STARS!ALBERT WESKER X F!READER !! 18+ SMUT MDNI !!

★ 𝐂𝐖 . . . boss x employee dynamic . slight dom/sub ( nothing too out there ) . use of honorifics ( "sir"/"captain", at the moment reader will not refer to wesker by his name ) spanking . creampie . unprotected . incredibly down bad behavior. ask for triggers man i'm doing my best out here ;-;

★ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 . . .  you are a receptionist at s.t.a.r.s headquarters and are quite popular among the employees for your many charms. captain albert wesker , your boss , is not your biggest fan. so one night you decide to stay late to get some extra work done and you find yourself creating a new , unexpected relationship with the man you swear is such a jerk.

★ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . . . none of this is very christian of me. anyways. this was a series of drabbles i wrote a while ago but never shared until i decided to re-do this account. it's just pure smut. there's a few parts to this so if this is something you're interested in keeping up with just let me know !

The skirt you wore today was short—not scandalous, but toeing that fine line of propriety. You hadn’t planned it, much like those days when the office AC was set just a bit too cold, and your body betrayed you through thin fabric. It just… happened. And apparently, it worked; the men in the office seemed to linger longer by the receptionist desk, asking about your day, chatting about lunch options.

Today, it was Chris Redfield who made his way over, his broad shoulders and strong arms accentuated by the fitted uniform he wore like a second skin. He leaned casually against your desk, biceps flexed just enough to catch the eye, and gave you a friendly smile.

“So, what are you doing later?” he asked, a hint of mischief in his tone.

You smiled back, coy. “Haven’t decided yet.”

“Maybe I could help you decide?”

Before you could respond to his playful offer, the familiar sound of precise, deliberate footsteps filled the room. Captain Albert Wesker approached, his presence like a sudden chill. He stopped a few feet from your desk, and his gaze, sharp as ice, settled on Chris.

“A slow day for you, Officer Redfield?”

Chris straightened immediately, clearing his throat. “No, sir.” He cast you a quick, apologetic glance before retreating down the hallway, his footsteps fading as you rose to stand in front of the captain. You adjusted the hem of your skirt, feeling the weight of his gaze.

“Captain,” you greeted, polite as ever.

Wesker’s voice was low, almost a warning. “I don’t appreciate distractions in my department.”

“It wasn’t my intention, Captain.”

Beneath his calm, unyielding exterior, it was impossible to read his true thoughts. You were used to the effect you had on people; most found your charm and warmth inviting, and it was part of why you’d been hired. Clients and staff alike appreciated your ever-present smile, the soft touch that eased the tension of the office. But Wesker was a fortress, all business, no play.

With two taps on the edge of your desk, he dismissed you. Without another word, he turned, striding through the double doors to his office.

You turned to a nearby coworker, rolling your eyes. “He’s such a jerk.”

“He's your boss,” they teased. “Not everyone can fall for your charms.”

The day wound to a close, and as the office grew quieter, Chris circled back to your desk, his smile as easy as ever. “So, any chance I get to steal you away for a bite tonight?”

You tapped the stack of paperwork on your desk with a rueful smile. “Long night for me. Maybe next time, Chris.”

He chuckled, giving you a wink. “I’ll hold you to it.”

Before long, the office had emptied out, and the eerie quiet of after-hours set in. Only a few dim lights remained, casting long shadows across the empty cubicles. You checked the time and decided to finish the remaining tasks in the morning. Gathering a few scattered papers, you noticed a sealed letter addressed to 'Doctor Albert Wesker' buried in the pile, something you’d overlooked in the day’s shuffle.

Your gaze flicked to the closed double doors of his office. Knowing how he already seemed to regard you with thinly veiled disdain, the idea of interrupting him after hours felt daunting. But you were determined to make a good impression, so you took a steadying breath, stepped to the door, and gave two light knocks.

“Come in,” came his voice, firm and unyielding.

You entered his office, a space you rarely saw, and felt its chill immediately. The room was as stark and impersonal as its occupant: dark stone walls, polished surfaces, no hint of comfort or warmth. He sat at his desk, the dim light casting sharp lines across his face as he worked. Only the sound of your heels clicking against the polished floor could be heard.

“Yes?” he asked, glasses perched precariously on the bridge of his nose as he pored over some report or another. For a moment, his eyes flickered up to meet yours, you felt like a rabbit caught in the gaze of a predator.

You hesitated a moment. “I didn’t mean to intrude, but…”

“What is it?” he pressed, clipped.

You steadied yourself, lifting the letter. “You received a letter, sir.”

He extended his hand, expression unreadable. “Then give it here.”

You stepped forward, letter in hand, feeling the weight of Wesker’s attention settle briefly on you before his eyes dropped back to his paperwork. His fingers tapped impatiently on the desk.

"Here’s your letter." You placed it in his hand, waiting a beat, hoping he’d say something more than his typical brisk responses.

But his gaze remained fixed on the document in front of him. "Thank you," he replied curtly, not looking up. As he grasped the letter from your possession, his fingers brushed against yours for the briefest of moments. An unexpected strike of electricity shot through you at the contact.

You shifted your weight, trying not to feel foolish for expecting more. "Long night for you as well, I suppose?"

"Yes," he said, dismissively, barely glancing at you. "As you can see, I’m a busy man. Not much time for idle chatter." His tone held a distinct edge, one that made it clear he saw this exchange as a disruption.

You felt a slight flush creep up your cheeks but pushed on, hoping to soften his walls even a little. "I just thought it might be nice to… check in, make sure everything’s in order before I head out."

Wesker’s mouth barely twitched, his voice all business. "Everything is in order. You’re dismissed."

The finality in his tone stung, yet you nodded politely, preparing to leave. But as you turned, your hand brushed over the stack of papers on his desk, causing them to cascade on the floor in a chaotic rain of white.

"Apologies, Captain," you murmured, quickly bending down to pick it up— cursing under your breath while doing so.

Bent over gathering the papers in a haste, you felt your skirt inching up, however you were too focused on your task to notice the slight pause in Wesker’s movements above you. The room fell silent, save for the quiet rustle of your clothes. The short skirt you wore betrayed you, exposing your black lace thong and the garter belt holding your stocks up.

Finding balance on your feet, you shake in your heels. Hair always neatly placed had now become undone, strands hang loosely to frame your face, cheeks flustered in a pinkish hue.

If the skirt hadn't had it's fun already, it was now your blouse, just a half-size too tight. The button had spoke it's last words while you were occupied with gathering the papers on the floor. It revealed the bra matching your thong, black lace with a tiny pink bow at the center. Eager to leave after dropping his papers, you hardly notice.

"Here," you said softly, placing the paper back on his desk. "I am... so sorry."

Wesker’s face was as impassive as ever, though there was a slight tension in his jaw that hadn’t been there a moment ago. He stood to tower over you, you could feel his aura— authority. It left you breathless.

He says your surname, low and menacing. "Did you think this little performance would change my opinion of you."

Through the tint of his glasses, you could sense his eyes lingering to your chest. The pinkish hue on your cheeks now coursed through your body, leaving you flustered and embarrassed beyond belief. Attempting to hold your blouse together with a weak hand, Wesker is unable to shift his gaze elsewhere, enthralled by your two mounds being propped up by your delicate, manicured hand.

You look up at him, trying to muster some semblance of defiance. Perhaps as a last ditch effort to spare your dwindling pride. "I don't know what you mean, Sir."

Wesker's eyes raked over you, burning into your soul. "Do not lie to me. I see that you look at the men in this office. The way you dress to provoke them. You can try your luck with the likes of Officer Redfield…" He leaned down, close enough that you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin.

"But do you really think you can seduce me?"

Your pulse quickened, swallowing hard you respond. "No, sir. That's not what I was trying to do."

Wesker rose from his chair and towered over you, his face unreadable. "Over my knee," he commanded with a voice that brooked no disobedience. His intense gaze never wavered from yours, pinning you in place with the weight of his scrutiny.

As fear and excitement waged war within you, hesitation flooded your senses. But there was no escaping his will, and deep down, maybe a part of you didn't want to. So with a racing heart, you walked over to his desk and bent over his knee.

Your eyes fixated on the floor as sweat formed on your brow, anticipation building in the pit of your stomach.

To your surprise, Wesker's touch was gentle as he lifted the hem of your skirt, exposing your bare backside to him. The wetness between your legs couldn't be ignored, and you stammered out a feeble, "d-don't look."

With a dark chuckle, Wesker replied, "My dear," causing your throat to constrict. "You and I both know that's not what you truly desire."

His hand came down hard on your exposed flesh, the sting of the impact reverberating through every nerve in your body. You gasped, gripping onto something - anything - to ease the pain.

"That's for lying to me," Wesker growled, his fingers digging into your skin. "And for thinking you could manipulate me."

Before you could respond, his hand landed again, this time even harder. The overwhelming sensation sent electricity coursing through your veins, flooding your body with a heady mix of adrenaline and arousal. You couldn't help but squirm beneath his touch, craving more punishment from your boss.

You could feel his erection pulsating against you. Even clothed, tucked away— you could imagine the length and girth of it begging to break free from its confides. Yet you don’t dare to disobey, frame cemented over his knee until he wills you in another position.

“Captain, p-please…” your stutter is pathetic, trembling with need that further stokes the fire burning in Wesker’s chest.

Wesker’s grip tightened, his fingers wrapping around your waist like a vice, keeping you firmly in place as he surveyed the sight laid out before him—a juxtaposition of power and vulnerability. The corners of his mouth curled into a prideful smirk, dark eyes glinting with satisfaction as he savored the moment, each second stretching into eternity.

“What is it that you want?” The question laced with mockery, dripped from his lips like honey, sweet yet tinged with a hint of risk. Your heart raced at the implication, knowing all too well there was no room for mischief when it came to Wesker. Every whisper of your deepest desires hung unspoken in the air between you.

“Just—just more,” you breathed, desperation spilling from your lips before you could reign it in. The thrill of his dominance sent shivers coursing through your body, igniting something primal within you that thrummed with longing.

“More?” he echoed, your admission seeming to fuel his ego. His hand traveled down lower, fingers trailing along the curve of your backside, teasingly light despite the forceful position.

“Is that what you think will keep me interested? Dear, do you truly understand what you're asking for?”

A tremor ran through you at the challenge hidden in his voice.

"Yes, Sir," you whispered, trembling. The heat of his hand lingered on your skin, a reminder of both the punishment and your willingness to submit. The air was thick with tension, a charged anticipation that made your knees weak beneath you.

Wesker chuckled softly, a sound that sent both dread and thrill cascading through your veins. His fingers grazed the edge of your garter belt, teasing but unyielding.

"You think you know what you're asking for. But I assure you, this isn’t just a game." He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear,

"And I am not one to play lightly."

The flutter in your stomach intensified as he emphasized each word, filling you with a mixture of yearning and fear of the unknown. You wanted to speak again, to assert yourself in any way you could—but the words fizzled out at the last moment, trapped by the weight of his intense gaze.

He’s such a jerk, isn’t he? Never a smile, barely a glance your way, and he ignores you so thoroughly it feels deliberate—like you’re nothing more than the potted plant on your desk. So why, exactly, did you want this?

“Do you want more?” he repeated slowly, savoring the moment like it was an exquisite wine. “Then you will have to prove yourself worthy.”

With that, Wesker's fingers gripped tighter around your waist, lifting you effortlessly back up to standing position. You found yourself pinned against his desk, back pressed against the cool surface while he towered over you yet again—with knees pressed together you watch as your boss situates himself, fiddling with the collar of his work shirt as he prepares to undo the buttons.

In a haze, you force yourself upright, shaky hands fumbling toward the same buttons Wesker had begun to unfasten, your touch hesitant but fueled by intent.

"Allow me, Captain," you murmur, voice barely a whisper as your fingers trail over his collar.

Wesker’s smirk widens, a glint of satisfaction in his gaze as he tilts his head. "It seems you’re learning your place rather quickly."

"I'm a fast learner," you reply, feigning innocence, each button slipping free under your fingers as you slowly reveal the toned expanse of his chest. The firm lines of muscle, the coolness of his skin under your touch—it sends a thrill through you, amplifying the steady thunder of your pulse, beating wildly against the quiet.

God, you don't just want this. You need this.

Your hand rests flat against his chest, feeling his heartbeat—steady, controlled. A stark contrast to the furious rhythm of your own. His eyes are locked onto you, unreadable yet searing, like a hunter watching every twitch of its prey.

Wesker’s expression remains calculating, composed; he’s in his element, the hunter is savoring each second. The tension between you is palpable, a rush of arousal and adrenaline flood your system. Despite your best efforts to maintain composure, rival his steadfastness with your own, your legs trembled beneath you— a testament to the power he wielded over you.

Wesker lets go of your waist but only for a second—long enough for him to unbuckle his belt and loosen his pants. His erection sprang to life, long and hard, pulsing with need. The head glistened with a bead of pre-cum. Your breathing becomes ragged at the sight of it, the curvature of it. The pulsating vein that ran up the shaft. How far it’d go inside you, poke at your womb and fill you.

“Lay back.”

Your heart thumped wildly against your ribs as you situated yourself on his desk, eyes never wanting to leave his throbbing proof of arousal. This was what you craved deep down—submitting fully to him, deferring to his every whim and command. A part of you relished in the humiliation; how far would you go for this? How much could you endure?

You shivered under his intense gaze, feeling a thrill of excitement course through you. His fingers trailed along the edge of your garter belt, skimming over the curve of your hip before dipping lower, brushing lightly against the thin fabric of your thong. You bit your lip, trying to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway, a soft, needy sound that only seemed to fuel his determination.

"Do you want it?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "Do you want my cock inside you, beautiful?"

Your cheeks flushed hot at the crude words, but there was no denying the truth in them. "Yes, Captain, please," you whispered, your voice trembling with need. "I need it. Please, I need you… Sir."

His hand slaps your wet cunt. The sound echoed in the small office, and you cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure shooting through you. He repeated the action, again and again, each slap harder than the last, his eyes never leaving yours as he punished you for daring to beg.

"Beg properly," he demanded, his voice cutting through the haze of arousal clouding your mind. "Tell me how much you need it."

You whimpered, your body trembling under his ministrations. "Please, Captain," you sobbed, your voice breaking. "Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me, Sir. Please, I can't take it anymore…"

His lips curled into a slow, prideful smile. "Good girl," he murmured, his tone approving. "That's what I wanted to hear."

With one swift motion, he hooked his fingers into the sides of your thong and yanked it aside, baring your aching, wet pussy to his gaze. You could feel the coolness of the air against your sensitive flesh, and it only made the ache in your core more unbearable.

Wesker didn’t keep you waiting. He stepped closer, positioning himself between your spread legs. His huge cock, already hard and throbbing, brushed against your slick folds, teasing you mercilessly. You gasped, arching your hips up in an attempt to get more contact, he held you still with a firm grip on your thighs.

"Control yourself," he growled, his voice gruff.

But you couldn’t wait. Every second that passed felt like an eternity, your need growing more urgent with each heartbeat. "Please, Sir," you begged again, desperation coloring your words. "Please, just put it in…"

Finally, finally, he granted your wish. With deliberate slowness, he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, teasing the rim before slowly, oh so slowly, sinking into you.

"Captain!"

The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of fullness and pressure that made your entire body tremble. You clenched around him instinctively, your muscles spasming as he filled you completely.

Wesker inhales a breath, chest rumbling. "Fuck," he groaned, closing his eyes briefly as he adjusted to the tightness squeezing him. When he opened them again, they were dark with lust.

"Tight… so damn good."

You could barely form a coherent thought, your mind consumed by the incredible sensations radiating from where he was joined with you. Each slow thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, making it difficult to focus on anything other than the feeling of being claimed by him.

Wesker wasn’t content to let you languish in blissful ignorance. With a harsh command, he wrapped his hands around your wrists, pinning them above your head as he began to move. His thrusts were controlled, restrained, each one precise and calculated to drive you wild.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice brooking no disobedience. “Don’t look away.”

You met his gaze instantly, your eyes wide and vulnerable as you stared up at him. Even through the tint of his glasses, the intensity in his eyes was staggering, a searing heat that seemed to burn right through you. It was impossible to look away, even if you’d wanted to; his stare held you captive, ensnared by an invisible force stronger than any physical restraint.

“Good,” he purred, his expression almost feral. “That’s what I like to see.”

As he continued to thrust into you, his pace increasing, your vision blurred with tears of ecstasy. His cock pounded relentlessly into your cunt, pushing you ever closer to the edge. Each stroke rubbed against your clit, sending shocks of pleasure straight to your core.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice rough and demanding. “Say it.”

“Y-yes,” you panted, the words torn from you by sheer force of will. “I’m yours, Captain… all yours…”

He grunted in approval, his movements becoming even more aggressive. You could feel the strain building within him, the tension coiling tighter with every passing second. But still, he held himself back, refusing to let go until he was absolutely sure you were ready.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice cracking with urgency. “Now.”

And just like that, the dam broke. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, roaring through you with such force that your hips raised up from the desk, bucking against his uncontrollably. Your walls clamped down on his cock, milking him with desperate intensity as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you.

Wesker followed you over the edge, his own release coming hard and fast. His cock erupted inside you, filling you with his hot seed as he came deep within your pulsing channel. His grip on your wrists tightened painfully, but you barely noticed; all you could focus on was the incredible sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by him.

A moment of silence washes over you as you attempt to catch your breath. Wesker's eyes bore into your own, an almost primal connection that made your heart race. His fingers delicately moved through your hair, pushing stray strands away from your face. His touch was gentle, thoughtful yet it felt like a claiming.

"Thank you," he swallowed. "You've been…exemplary."

His hand trailed down to cup your cheek, thumb gently caresses your skin. The warmth of his palm against your skin was comforting, the simple act of affection amplified something within you. Your breath hitched, and you could feel the heat radiating between your legs, even though he had already taken you to the brink of ecstasy.

Wesker leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "You may go now."

With that, Wesker straightened, his movements precise as he strode over to a cabinet behind his desk. He retrieved a fresh work shirt, pressed and ironed to perfection, every detail meticulously in place. As he slipped it on, buttoning each button with practiced ease, the familiar aloofness settled back over him, as if the brief moment of vulnerability had never existed.

The dismissal was unexpected, but the way he said it made it clear that this was not a suggestion but an order. You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment wash over you. Relief because the intensity of the encounter had been overwhelming, and disappointment because you craved more of his attention, more of his control. Regardless, you can't help but to think: dude, you just came inside me and now you're asking me to leave?

As you began to gather yourself, Wesker was now seated behind his desk, his eyes never leaving you. The silence in the room was thick, filled with unspoken words and lingering touches. You stood up, your legs still slightly shaky from the force of your orgasm, and adjusted your clothing. The thong you wore was damp, evidence of the passion that had just transpired.

Without a word, you turned to leave, but before you could take more than a few steps, Wesker's voice stopped you in your tracks.

"Wait."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you turned back to face him, curiosity and anticipation mingling in your chest. He gestured for you to come closer, and you obeyed without hesitation.

When you reached him, he stood up, towering over you once again. His presence was commanding, and you felt a rush of adrenaline at being so close to him. He reached out, his hand gripping your chin firmly, tilting your head up so that you had no choice but to look into his eyes.

"I want you to remember something," he said, his tone authoritative but not unkind.

"You are mine. In this office, you belong to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Captain," you replied, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you.

Wesker released your chin and stepped back, his gaze raking over your body. You could feel the weight of his eyes on you, assessing, admiring, wanting. It was both exhilarating and terrifying.

"Now go," he said, his voice softening just a bit. "But know this—next time, I won’t be as merciful."

You nodded, feeling a thrill run through you at his words. Merciful? What was merciful about this encounter? Wesker had been anything but, and yet, there was a part of you that yearned for more, for the relentless dominance he wielded over you so effortlessly.

As you left his office, you couldn’t help but replay the scene in your mind. The way his cock had filled you, the sounds of your flesh meeting his, the taste of his skin when you dared to kiss him. Each memory sent a jolt of desire through you, making it hard to focus on anything else.

By the time you reached your car, you were a bundle of conflicting emotions. Exhausted from the physical exertion, yet energized by the raw power of the experience. Gripping the steering wheel, you contemplate to go back. Demand him to take you again, or at least take you home. Yet you don't, you follow his order and drove home in a daze. Your mind constantly drifting back to Wesker’s office, to his command, to the way he had made you feel.

He made you feel desired in a way that went beyond the clothes you wore or the subtle charms you wielded around others. There was an allure in his unexpected charisma, a pull that felt impossible to resist—as if you were caught in a spell only he could cast.

When you finally arrived at your apartment, you stumbled inside, stripping off your clothes as you went. The sheer stockings clung to your legs, still wet from sweat and arousal. You tossed them onto the floor, along with your blouse and skirt, leaving a trail of discarded garments leading to your bed.

Finally you unite with your bed, the sensation of Wesker’s cum inside you was unmistakable, a warm reminder of what had just occurred. You closed your eyes, letting the memories wash over you, each one more vivid than the last. The feel of his hands on your body, the sound of his voice commanding you, the sight of his intense gaze locked onto yours.

You drifted off to sleep, dreaming of Wesker, of his office, of the next time he would call you into his domain. And as you slept, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning, that there was so much more to come.

[lipglossanon]

Bound For The Floor

dogman!Leon S. Kennedy x puppy!fem reader (one shot)

Dedicated to 🍁 anon! I hope you enjoy it!! 💜 😘

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, reader is mid 20’s with Leon being older, appearances from Ark Thompson and Chris Redfield, jealous Leon, masturbation, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, knotting, biting, aftercare

looked over a smidge 🤏

Title from Bound for the Floor by Local H

It’s raining the day you’re brought home. To your new home. You’ve been chosen by a man with kind eyes to keep his other hybrid company while he works. He smells nice and he’s gentle when handling you so you’re more than amenable to joining his little family. Ark is his name, kinda funny but you think it’ll be super easy to remember since it rhymes with bark— something you’re very good at when called for (not that good pups bark a lot). 

He talks to you on the drive from the adoption agency to his home, explaining his routine and describing the dogman you’ll be living with from now on as well. Ark even shows you a picture of Leon on his phone while you’re stopped at a redlight, making your tail wag in excitement at meeting the rugged looking hybrid. 

In shy, halting words, you tell him about your short stint at the adoption agency. Raised with only caretakers, they finally gave you over to the agency fairly recently in the hope of finding you a forever home. You’ve experienced nothing but kindness and understanding with the outside world which might make you a little naive; however, it does nothing to dilute how happy you are at the opportunity to have your very first owner. 

“Leon, we’re home!” Ark calls out into the empty foyer as he sets all of your things down on the floor. 

Your eyes are comically big as you take in everything around you, nose scenting the air and picking up a delicious smell that has you drifting further into the house. A gruff hum pulls your attention to the hybrid Ark had called Leon. 

You smile at him, tail wagging nonstop, “Hi!”

His lip curls in distaste but he only stares you down without saying anything. 

“Leon,” Ark’s voice lilts in warning, “be nice.”

Leon rolls his eyes with a snort, but walks closer to you.

“Hello,” he grits out and your tail wags harder. 

“It’s so nice to meet you,” you smile even bigger. 

“Get along, okay?” Your owner ruffles your ears and you turn your bright smile to him. 

Nodding, you hum in agreement. Ark shoots another stern look to Leon and walks off further into the house. 

“You smell nice,” you offer up to the serious dogman in front of you, “I’ve never smelled anyone as good as you before.”

A red flush bridges his nose and cheeks as he shrugs, “Yeah, right.”

You pout, “I mean it. Can I scent you?”

His body stiffens in place as his look shifts from disbelief to sheer surprise. 

“Uh, I guess—“

“Great!” You walk forward until your chests are nearly touching, “I’ve only ever done this with my litter mates, so I’m unsure on how to scent someone else.”

You can see Leon swallow as he tilts his head, “Oh? You smell like a kennel.”

You laugh, missing his gaze raking down your body, “Yeah, I’ve been waiting on our owner for a day and they keep us in a kennel so nothing happens before the adoption.”

Leon nods although you’ll come to find later that his adoption was much rougher and less pleasant than your own experience. 

You lean forward and bury your nose against his neck, whimpering when you can smell him unencumbered. You breathe in freshly mown grass and a spicy musk that has your mouth watering. Snuffling against him, you don’t realize you’re rolling your hips against his. 

Leon hands grip your hips but he only helps you rock yourself against him in a way that makes you whine and pant against his skin. Distantly, you feel his nose press against your neck and breathe in your own scent. He growls and you whine, tilting your head so he can nip and lick at your soft skin. 

With a low growl, Leon pries himself away from you even as you chase after the pleasurable feeling coursing through your body. 

“Behave, pup,” he murmurs in your ear and you let him pull away. 

“Leon,” you whine at him, pawing his chest as you watch him close his eyes and take a steady breath. 

“I need to go find our owner, stay here,” he walks you over to the couch and presses you down on the soft cushions.

When you go to rise as he steps back he holds his hand out.

“Stay. Be a good girl for me.”

You go hot all over, “Okay.”

His eyes darken but he turns and leaves the room, bringing Ark back after a few minutes.

“I feel hot,” you slur out, eyes pleading up at the men in front of you.

Leon stands behind Ark, stiff as a board while he watches. 

“Poor thing,” Ark soothes, softly rubbing your ears, “looks like Leon may have triggered an early heat.”

You sigh as Ark gently massages your ears and temples.

“Leon, can you take the rest of her things up to her room? I’ll carry her up and we’ll let her rest,” your owner says over his shoulder and your eyes track Leon as he leaves the room. 

“I want—“

“I know,” Ark sighs, “but let’s get you settled in and some meds in you. Tomorrow you’ll feel better.”

“M’kay,” you mumble, slumping into his chest as he picks you up bridal style. 

You feel him set you on a soft bed and coax you to swallow some icky tasting medicine before allowing you to drift off to sleep. At some point in the night, that delicious smell from earlier seeps into your brain and has you maneuvering until your face is buried in a warm chest. A low pleased rumble makes you press the dough of your thighs together as you sink deeper into sleep. 

The next morning you wake up to the door opening. 

“Leon,” Ark’s voice sighs out, “I thought I told you to let her rest.”

Arms snake out to wrap around your back and pull you further into the warm body in front of you. 

“I was here in case she needed something,” the dogman’s rough voice sent goosebumps skating across your skin. 

Ark’s palm brushes across your ears and you giggle and turn in Leon’s arms to look up at your owner. 

“Are you feeling better?” His brown eyes pinch with worry. 

“Much better,” you smile, “just a little tired.”

Ark’s eyes crinkles when he smiles in relief, “Good. I’ll let you rest some more. Leon can help you if you need anything.”

Your owner ruffles first your ears then Leon’s before slipping back out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Feeling shy, you shimmy away from Leon and climb out of bed. 

“Thank you for looking out for me,” you tug on a loose thread on your shirt.

He grunts in acknowledgment and you look over into his face. His blue eyes stare you down for a split second before he climbs out of bed as well. 

“Yeah, well s’only the right thing to do,” he mutters, “make sure to take those meds.”

He jerks his head to the nightstand behind you and you see that Ark must have brought up medicine and water when he checked in on you. 

“I will,” you nod, smiling at the grumpy dogman as he brushes his hair back, “thanks, Leon.”

“Don’t mention it,” he waves you off, following in Ark’s footsteps as he slips out of your room. 

You quickly take the heat suppressants and smile to yourself. It’s nice having a friend. Crawling back into bed, you shove your face in the pillow Leon used and sigh happily. He just smells so good! Your tail thumps against the bed as you breathe in his scent more. A small whine parts your lips as your cunt grows hot and wet, clit throbbing as the smell of fresh grass and spice fill your nose. 

You can’t help yourself as your fingers slip beneath the band of your underwear to tease across your slit. Panting against the pillow, you hump your fingers and let yourself pretend they were bigger and thicker. It doesn’t take long for you to cum, slick coating your hand along with the gusset of your panties. A yawn overtakes you and before you can get up to change, you fall asleep with your face buried in Leon’s scent. 

After that weird welcome home, Leon pretty much keeps to himself. When Ark’s around, he’s nearby, but acts aloof and distant if you try to befriend him. You’re really bummed out, and you don’t want him to snap at you like he did at the neighbor’s hybrid, a nice boy named Steve, so you just try to be polite and stay out of his way. You’re pretty much glued to your owner’s side anyways. He smells almost as good as Leon, like fresh coffee and leaves, so you’re constantly trying to sit in his lap. 

Leon always snarls his lip when he sees you snuggled up to Ark, letting him pet your ears and tail while he watches tv or reads. The first time you offered to move so Leon could get his ears rubbed, he turned his nose up and sat on the other side of the room; since then, you ignore him and happily enjoy Ark’s soft head pats.

But, every now and then, Leon does something nice that makes your heart flutter and leads you to think he likes you more than he shows. Falling asleep on the couch and then waking up in your bed, seeing your favorite food already prepared for lunch, or even simple chores being done before you get to them. Those little things have you seeking him out in thanks, but he always waves you away with a gruff word paired with a small blush on his cheekbones. 

One day, you come home from your walk with Ark only to smell someone new. Your ears perk up as your owner chuckles and gestures for you to walk on into the house while he takes off his shoes. Quickly beelining to the living room where the smell is stronger (a nice blend of sandalwood and vanilla), you stop in place to see Leon laughing at something another dogman is saying. 

“Oh, hello,” you give a shy wave to the two sitting on the couch. 

Leon glances over at you, eyes darting from you to the hybrid next to him. The stranger gives you a wide smile, drawing your eyes to his heavily stubbled jaw. 

“Hi, I’m Chris, you must be Leon’s new pup,” he grins over at the quiet dogman. 

You feel a flush of warmth spread throughout your chest from his words.

“She’s not my pup,” Leon mutters under his breath, but you still hear it making your smile a little dimmer. 

Chris ignores his friend and pats the spot open to his left, “Sit next to me so I can get to know you.”

You nod your head and walk a wide half circle to avoid being in Leon’s space to sit on the couch beside Chris. Quickly taking in his appearance, your tail wags when he smiles at you again. 

“I’ve been meaning to come over for a while. If I’d have known Leon had such cute company, it would’ve been sooner,” he angles his head to wink at you and one of his ears tilts back. 

Smiling, you shrug, “Well maybe you can visit more now. I love making new friends.”

Chris laughs and it causes your tail to thump against the couch. Unbeknownst to you, Leon tenses and elbows Chris in the ribs. 

“Well, as much as I’d love to stay, I’m pretty sure my owner is looking for me by now,” Chris lumbers to his feet and you have to crane your neck to keep eye contact.

“I’ll see you to the door,” Leon stands next. 

You wave while Leon practically steers Chris out of the room. 

“It’s nice meeting you,” Chris calls out before rounding the corner. 

“You too!” You move from the living room to watch Leon close the door behind his friend. 

“He’s nice,” you offer, smiling at the dogman. 

Leon grunts, “Chris is okay.”

You pause, not really understanding why Leon seems upset with you. 

“If-if you want to hang out alone with him, I can ask Ark to take me for walks when he visits,” you fiddle with your shirt hem, “I don’t want to get in your way or anything.”

Leon doesn’t say anything and you nod, slipping off to your room. Your chest hurts with disappointment leading you to curl up in a ball in the center of your bed, falling into a fitful sleep. Later the snick of your door shutting has you raising your head up, eyes slowly adjusting to the figure walking to your bed. 

“Leon?” Your voice rasps with sleep. 

“Yeah,” he whispers, kneeling on your bed before shifting until he can lay down, pulling your back to his chest, arms encircling your waist.

You stiffen against him, confused as to what he’s doing there. 

“I’m sorry,” he presses the words against your ear, “I’ve been pretty rude to you and it’s nothing you’ve done. From here on out, I’m gonna treat you better.”

You hum happily, “Thanks, Leon.”

“Can I sleep in here tonight?”

“Sure,” you yawn, sleep already tugging your eyelids closed, “‘m happy we’re friends.”

“Friends,” he laughs to himself, “right.”

Weeks go by and Leon is true to his word. He’s more friendly and hangs around you even without Ark being around. He’s also way more touchy feely to your delight. Constantly scent marking you before you leave the house on your walks, going so far as to let you borrow his clothes if Ark is taking you to the park or even out while he shops. 

It makes those butterflies in your chest swarm and your heart beat fast whenever he does those kinds of things. And since he never asks for his shirts back, you wear them to bed, hands tucked into your panties as you breathe in his scent and get yourself off. You would feel a bit bad, but you see how Leon stares at you the next day—like he can smell the effect he has on you and it makes your skin buzz. 

There’s no telling how long this would have gone on, but luckily for you, Ark forgot to refill your meds and he’s out for the night, leaving you and Leon home alone. You truly only meant to tease the handsome dogman, make him feel as out of sorts as you do when he’s around; however, you didn’t realize how much being off of your medicine would affect you. 

Just being next to him on the couch as you watch television is making your palms sweat and your nipples hard. Trying to sit still is impossible. The more you shift around, the more uncomfortable you are until Leon’s hand comes down on your thigh like a hot brand on your skin. Whimpering, you press the dough of your thighs together, squishing his fingers in between the soft skin. 

“What’s gotten into you?” His low voice rumbles through your ears making your cunt leak into your panties. 

Not thinking it through, you sit up into a kneel and clamber onto his lap. 

“It’s hot,” you whine, grinding yourself down onto him, “want you to make me feel better, Leon.”

“Wha—“

You swivel your hips and feel his cock thicken underneath your ass, pressing against the seam of your shorts and making your eyelashes flutter. 

With a groan, Leon grabs your hips to stop them from bouncing down on his bulge. 

“Sweetheart—“

His voice dips out into a low moan as you lap at a sensitive spot on his neck before licking the shell of his ear. You feel his cock twitch and kick against your clothed pussy and it makes you whine. 

“B-bad girl,” he hisses, head falling back against the couch, ears flopping, “bad girl, bad p-puppy, oh fuck.”

You nip his bottom lip before messily licking into his mouth, grinding down on his thick cock as he leaks enough precum to stain his sweats. 

“Puppy, stop,” he groans, “we can’t, oh god, you need your meds and Ark—“

“He’s out with friends,” you pout, rocking your hips just right so your clit rubs against the seam of your shorts sending a sharp zing through your body, “and I don’t have any more medicine.”

“You never listen,” he growls and your tail droops. 

You let out a surprised squeal when Leon shifts off the couch to press you down into the floor. 

“Need me to stuff your pussy, huh?” he bites your ear, making you whimper, “‘m gonna be the only one sniffing around your greedy little cunt.”

Your eyes roll back when he dry humps your pussy, grinding the thick outline of his cock right against your wet slit. 

“First I wanna see if you taste as good as you smell,” he kisses you heatedly before moving down your body. 

He slips your shorts off and tosses them across the living room. Leon buries his nose between your legs, sniffing across your soaked panties. The fabric sticks to your chubby pussy lips allowing Leon to lick at your clit easily. 

“Oh, oh,” you moan, hands reaching down to tangle in his hair, softly rubbing over his fuzzy ears.

He grunts and laps up the slick leaking down your thighs before pushing your panties to the side to lap at your hole. 

“Taste so good,” his muffled voice causes vibrations that make your toes curl, “mmm could eat your little cunt all day.”

“Leon, please,” you hump against his mouth, eyes locked on his blown out gaze.

He hums and the vibrations make your clit tingle as more slick drips onto his tongue. The thick muscle slides in and out of your hole before he licks his way back up to your clit, softly sucking the swollen bud into his mouth. Your thighs tremble as his rough sandpaper tongue swirls around your pudgy clit before sucking it gently. 

“So good,” you whimper, thighs falling open as far as they can go while your tail wags, “Leon.”

He growls, tongue fucking your pussy until sloppy wet sounds fill the room. His broad hands grab underneath your knees to shove your legs up to your chest. Pulling back, you moan as he spits on your cunt quickly followed by him burying his face against your soaked pussy. His rough stubble makes you squeal and pant while he licks and sucks your pussy lips. 

“So soft and wet, pup,” he grunts, pulling back to finally shed himself of the rest of his clothes. 

He strokes his cock to take the edge off and your mouth waters at the precum beading at the tip. With a groan, he notches the tip against your hole and glides the fat head up to smack against your clit. He presses his hips flush against you and you whine, the feel of the blood hot skin of his cock pulsing against your pussy. 

“Look how deep it’s gonna reach, pup,” his voice rumbles low in his chest, making your nipples ache.

He uses his thumb to press his tip down against your skin as your bleary eyes take in how far his cock will be inside your needy cunt. 

“Oh god, Leon, s’too big,” you mewl, ears lying flat against your skull. 

With a warm chuckle, he pulls his cock back to slide across your pudgy bud, grinding the head against your sensitive clit until you’re whining and dripping slick onto the carpet. His cock presses into your pussy making you moan reedily, voice breaking into a gasp. 

He chuffs and gently bites the side of your neck, rocking his cock another inch into your clenching hole. 

“Pussy’s just small, honey,” he coos softly, sandpaper tongue licking up to the shell of your ear, “gotta stretch her out so you can take my knot.”

Your walls clench down on his dick making his hips stutter. His eyes darken and he pulls completely out. 

“How about we make it easier for this soft little cunt?”

Without letting you answer he flips you over into your hands and knees, one palm pressing down in the middle of your back and the other gripping your hip to raise your ass up. He slides in much easier in this position, bottoming out with a loud groan as you claw at the floor. 

Mewling, you press your ass backwards, working more of Leon’s thick cock into your dripping pussy. 

“Wan’ it,” you slur, nails digging into the plush carpet, “want your knot, Leon.”

He growls and buries his cock to the hilt inside your cunt making you cry out from the sudden stretch. Your walls clamp and pulse around his fat dick while you catch your breath.

“Good girl,” he whispers into your ear, making you shiver all over, “such a good pup for me.”

“Leon,” you whimper, pussy walls fluttering around his thick length as he slowly ruts into you.

He groans and pulls halfway out before bullying his dick back into your sopping wet hole. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he bites your shoulder, canines digging into your skin, “perfect pussy, made for me aren’t you, honey?”

 “Uh huh,” you gasp out your agreement, voice not wanting to work as Leon pounds your cunt hard enough you’re getting rug burn on your knees. 

He grips the base of your tail and pulls, making you scream— pussy fluttering and pulsing around his dick as your orgasm takes you both by surprise. 

“Good girl,” he coos, dropping your tail to grip the fat of your ass with both hands, “so good, gripping me so tight with that little pussy, working for that knot like a good pup.”

Shuddering, your body trembles as Leon keeps thrusting his fat cock right against your g-spot as the tip kisses your cervix. Drool spills from your mouth as you heave in deep breaths. 

“Want you to cum one more time, pretty girl,” he lightly spanks your ass making you whine, “one more and I’ll knot this pretty pussy til she’s nice and full. Don’t you want that? For your hot cunt to be bred til you’re stuffed to the brim?”

“Please, please, Leon,” you mumble, ass bouncing back against his thrusts, “want your knot, please, want it so bad.”

One of his hands dip below your abdomen to circle the swollen bundle of nerves coated in your slick. Your pussy clamps down on his dick as he softly teases your clit. 

“Oh that’s it, right there,” he kisses your neck, tongue lapping against your sweaty skin, “can feel you getting tighter. Cum for me, let me feel it.”

As Leon keeps hammering into your pussy, his fingers circle and tease across your pudgy bud until one last thrust has your orgasm whiting out your vision. Your ears ring so loud you don’t even hear as Leon curses against your neck while he snaps his hips against your ass before burying his cock deep in your spasming pussy. 

You wail when his knot locks you together, stretching your cunt even further as you feel his hot thick cum spill inside. 

“So good for me,” Leon groans, hands smoothing over your sides and back, “perfect, so fucking perfect.”

You sigh gustily, body going limp as Leon continues to fill your pussy with load after load from his thick cock. He shifts until you’re both able to lay on your sides comfortably, hands petting your body gently. 

“Feels nice,” you mumble, relaxing even further against him.

“Good,” he kisses the back of your head, “once I can pull out, wanna run you a bath. Gonna take care of you.”

Preening, you smile although he can’t see it, “That sounds so good.”

It’s quiet and relaxing as you bask in Leon’s soft touches and praise. As soon as he slips out of your sore cunt, he scoops you up into his arms and carries you into the bathroom. Setting you down on the edge of the tub, Leon works the taps and fills it with comfortably warm water.

Once he settles down in the basin, he maneuvers you to sit with your back to his chest. His warm hands rub at your arms and shoulders. 

“Let me know if you’re sore anywhere,” he kisses your temple. 

His softness is making your clit throb, loving how Leon treats you. 

After he works your arms and shoulders, he shifts down to your thighs. You moan low in your throat. 

“What if I’m sore here?” You bite your lip and grab one of his hands to shift it to your clit. 

He chuckles causing goosebumps down your body. 

“Oh? Need this fat pussy rubbed?” he slips his fingers down your slit before circling back up to your clit, “is she really sore, honey? 

“So sore,” you mewl, slumping against his chest as he teases across your swollen clit.

It doesn’t take long for his rough fingers to work another orgasm from you, pussy clenching around nothing as your clit throbs underneath his fingertips. 

“So fucking good,” he turns your head to kiss you messily, tongue licking into your mouth as spit drips down your chin.

Leon finishes washing you both off before helping you stand, wrapping a fuzzy towel around you before emptying the bath. Feeling extra sleepy, you don’t put up a fuss as Leon guides you into his room. Helping you slip under his covers, you sigh as Leon’s scent surrounds you. 

“Goodnight,” he kisses the side of your mouth making you turn and pout your lips for a kiss. 

Chuckling, he kisses you gently, running his thumb across one of your ears. 

“Goodnight, Leon,” you smile sleepily, snuggling into his chest. 

[dollfacefantasy]

would you write a threesome w leon and chris… because… like maybe leon is your (older,,, like death island) boyfriend and he introduces you to his friend chris!! and idk you three end up having a threesome (consensual)… and you’re embarrassed because. you’ve never done this before n you’re all clingy with leon (maybe daddy kink??) n he’s like comforting you as he and chris fuck you at the same time ?!?!?

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader x chris redfield

summary: your boyfriend leon wants you to get a little more comfortable with his friend chris.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, double penetration, oral (f receiving), fingering, daddy kink, size kink, age gap, dacryphilia

word count: 6.6k

a/n: thank you anon for sending this idea, it's right up my alley fr. also thank you for sending it again after i fumbled the bag the first time🤭🫶. the next threesome fic will be coming soon, i just ended up having more inspo for this one lol. hope you guys like it. reblogs and comments are super appreciated <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus @luniaxi

“I’m just saying I think you both would really like it if you gave it a try,” you say, a bright smile on your face as you walk up the path to your and Leon’s shared place. Him and his friend trail behind you with equally pleased looks, the friend in question being Chris Redfield.

“No way. I did try it, and it was boring. Slow and drawn out. Also, it’s so unrealistic,” Chris says.

“Booooo. It’s not even slow. Stuff happens in like every single episode, at least in the early seasons,” you argue in an attempt to convince the pair to watch one of your favorite shows, “I just think there’s a lot you guys would like about it if you weren’t so impatient.”

“Babe, it’s got like, what? Over five seasons? I don’t have that kind of time,” your boyfriend replies.

You playfully roll your eyes and unlock the front door, stepping inside followed by the two men you were with. “Whatever. I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go change cause this skirt is like super itchy,” you tell them.

Before you can walk away, you feel a familiar palm swat your ass. “It’s like super cute though, shows off those pretty legs,” Leon teases, his tone affectionately mocking.

You whip around to shoot him a glare, face hot with a mixture of emotions, mainly embarrassment with a pinch of arousal. 

“Leon,” you whisper, giving him a look that says not in front of Chris. 

He simply chuckles at your quiet protest and shakes his head with amusement, ruffling your hair and planting a kiss on your forehead before sending you off. You catch Chris’s gaze as you turn to leave. To your surprise, he isn’t rolling his eyes or visibly wishing for the two of you to get a room. He’s smiling. His expression is different from the one you were used to seeing on Leon, but it still held the same patronizing adoration that soaked your panties in seconds.

Brushing it off as your imagination, you scamper down the hall to the bedroom. You hum to yourself as you drop your skirt and kick it into the laundry. Rifling through your drawers to find something more comfortable to wear, your hands search through some different clothes before settling on a pair of loose pink shorts. After pulling the soft garment over your legs, you look in the mirror and then decide to slip your bra off too.

Sure, some people would frown on that move, but you were in your place and it’s not like Chris is a total stranger. He was one of your boyfriends closest friends. You’d hung out with him and Leon together multiple times, and from what you gathered, he was pretty cool. It’s not like the two of you were best friends yourself. Like your boyfriend, he was quite a bit older than you. But just as you bridged that gap with Leon, so far it seemed like you managed to bridge it with him too. To say the least, he didn’t strike you as the type to have an episode over your nipples peeking through your shirt.

Unbeknownst to you however, while your thoughts lingered on the men down the hall, their conversation centered around you as well. They had taken to the couch, sitting close to each side and leaving a space for you in the middle.

“She’s a cute little thing,” Chris chuckles, watching the hallway you had gone down.

“Mhm,” Leon confirms simply. He was scrolling through the tv, trying to find that show you’d been talking about.

His friend looks over at him. “You sure she’ll wanna do this?” he asks with some uncertainty in his voice, “She doesn’t seem like the kind of girl who’s had a whole lot of experience with this type of thing.”

“Trust me, she’ll be into it. I can’t even tell you how wet she gets just from talking about shit like this,” he reassures, “You just gotta let me ease her into it.”

Chris opens his mouth to respond, but he cuts himself short once he hears your footsteps approaching. You bound back into the room. Your eyes catch on the way they’re sitting, closer than you would expect. They still left room for you though, so what does it matter, right?

You hop onto the couch and tuck yourself against your boyfriend’s side, gently kissing his jaw as you get comfortable and curl up on the cushion. He smiles down at you and returns the affection. He pulls you closer, but your feet are still brushing Chris’s thigh with how close he is.

“We were thinking we could watch an episode of that show you were talking about, see if we really would like it,” Leon tells you.

“Really?” you ask, a little surprised, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s fine, baby. Chris doesn’t feel like driving home just yet, and you know if you’re happy, I’m happy,” he says.

You look over at Chris who nods. With that, Leon puts on the show. The familiar intro music plays and you watch the screen as a scene that you’d seen a million times plays out. You sink into his side, settling against his warm body. The episode plays, and you point out little things you like or remember something specific about. Both men nod and chuckle at your excited remarks.

Even though the couch and cuddling are comfy, your legs start getting a bit cramped from being curled up for an extended amount of time. You squirm around a bit, wanting to just stretch out. Chris prevented you from doing that as his bulky frame occupied the space your legs could be.

Leon smirks as he notices your restlessness. He shifts around a bit himself and leans back further into the couch. His feet rise up and land on the coffee table a few feet away, his legs stretching out in front of him. He doesn’t even have to see your face to know your eyes catch on his limbs. Their state of being outstretched only makes your need to do the same more intense. He gives Chris a quick glance.

“You uncomfortable, honey?” the larger man asks you.

Your eyes dart up to meet his. Hearing that pet name coming from anyone else but Leon left you flustered. You tried to reason that it didn’t mean anything. This was clearly another instance of you overthinking. Maybe Chris was just the type of guy who said that sort of thing? The kind that called cashiers sweetheart or darling. The kind who’d put your hand on your waist when saying excuse me. You didn’t remember him acting like this any of the other times you’d met him though. He was always polite with you, but that was about it. Maybe you just didn’t notice before?

“Um… I’m fine. Just a little cramp,” you explain.

He smiles at you, that same kind from earlier. “Well, I don't bite. You can stretch your legs out if you want to, princess,” he teases.

Princess. Ok that was definitely something. That name was reserved solely for the man whose arm was around you, and it usually came out only when he was prepping you to take his cock. You typically heard it as a coo when you were already crying out your own special name for him. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. The two just went hand in hand. Honestly, you couldn’t really hear one without the other following close behind.

That’s why you get all timid and shy so easily. You were pretty sure Leon had psychologically conditioned you or something. Just a few touches in the right place, some words whispered in your ear in the perfect hushed tone, and you were a goner. Suddenly, your brain would feel soft and malleable. Urges appear within you to sit in his lap and cuddle. You’d just wanna look up at your daddy with dazed eyes and have him stick something in your mouth.

And sure, it wasn’t like you were brainwashed or something. You still possessed self control. It wasn’t like he’d pet your head and call you his baby, and you’d instantly lose yourself over it. It was just a slow slip into this side of your personality, and being around Chris didn’t exactly deter those feelings from coming out either because just look at him. He looked like he was meant to be called daddy. Whenever Leon would tease you in front of him, it felt like you soaked your panties even quicker than normal.

You're snapped out of your analysis of this moment when you feel a large, warm hand wrap around your ankle. He pulls your leg out, and in-turn, drags you closer. A soft squeak escapes you as your body slides down Leon’s. Your back is still resting against his side, just lower. More of you is spread across the sofa, and your calves were fully in Chris’s lap.

You look up at your boyfriend to see his response to his friend’s action, but he didn’t even seem interested. He barely spared you a second glance in your new position, simply adjusting his arm to accommodate the new location of your head. He wraps it below your jaw and has you rest your chin on the bend of his elbow. His fingers start rubbing soothing, little circles on your shoulder. Meanwhile, Chris’s large palms merely rest on your legs. He gives you a smile before turning his eyes back to the tv screen. You quickly follow suit. If he wasn’t thinking this was weird, you weren’t going to make it weird by dwelling on it.

For a while, it’s fine. The three of you continue watching the show, albeit a little more quiet than before. Leon’s hand remains on your shoulder and keeps up his light touches. Your body relaxes again though as you let go of any nervousness you had. But then, Chris starts moving his hand too.

His palm smooths out over your lower leg. His other hand rubs your ankle, his fingertips coasting over the joint. One is moving in long strokes while the other stays in tight circles, but both go at a sensual pace, slow and teasing.

Your head turns to look at him again, but you find his stare is still on the characters of the tv show. You watch his hands move. They’re now essentially massaging your legs. His hand that had been lower has risen and works on the muscles, digging his warm digits into the flesh.

You squirm a little, trying to alert your boyfriend that his friend was touching you in a way that seemed more than friendly. It doesn’t work though. If he does see, he doesn’t mind because he simply leans down and plants a gentle kiss on the top of your head before reverting to his same position. You almost felt crazy for a second. This wasn’t normal, was it? Had you just lived your life not knowing that it was a regular thing for a boyfriend’s friend to give you a massage like this? Was Leon ok with it cause he was there so it couldn’t go too far? You really had no clue.

If you were being honest though, Chris’s hands didn’t feel bad. Not at all. They felt really good. They were big and warm and moved with strategy. They hit all your sweet spots. Kinda made you wanna crawl into his lap so he could rub more of your body, but that was the problem. This wasn’t right. You felt that saccharine heat creeping up your spine and seeping into your head, but you shouldn’t be feeling that for anyone else besides the man behind you.

Now guilt casts a shadow over you too, and the pair of emotions was a volatile mix. You didn’t even realize it, but your nipples had started to stiffen. Your thighs shift against each other, and had you really been paying attention, you would have seen the way Chris’s lips slightly quirked up into a smirk. Your body gets a little tense as you run through the possibilities of what you should do in this situation.

As if Leon could sense your thoughts racing, his hand lowers and starts rubbing your arm. Deciding to remain where you are for now, you press your cheek against his bicep for comfort. Not that you could see, but just like Chris, his expression grows smug. His hand readjusts again so it’s closer to your chest. Your eyes widen as he basically starts feeling you up. His hand squeezes your breast before his fingers circle your nipple, gently tweaking the hardened bud. 

At the same time, the hands on your legs start moving higher. The broad strokes begin meeting your thighs too. Little bumps of anticipation erupt across your skin. You already knew your center would soon be slick. 

Your head feels hot now. It made you feel a weird kind of dizzy. Even though it was only a few hands and simple touches, it was so much. Combined with the fact that it was so unusual, you started feeling overwhelmed. Your pulse pounds in your ears and your hands feel tingly. You feel a whimper rising in your throat. When he finally glides his hands up to the hem of your shorts, your legs jerk and you scoot back.

By the time Chris looks over, you’re already in Leon’s lap, arms around him, face buried against his neck. He’s worried for a second that something was seriously wrong. Profuse apologies rush to the tip of his tongue, but Leon signals him to just wait.

“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?” he coos, a hand sliding beneath your shirt to rub your back. Of course, he knew the answer already. He knew exactly how you got with this kind of stuff which is why he knew exactly how to handle it.

You end up simply shaking your head, unable to articulate the exact reason for your distress. Because really, nothing was wrong. Everything felt right. But it shouldn’t feel right? Maybe that’s what was wrong. That’s too much for your mouth to get out while you feel like this though.

“Aw, is my pretty girl feeling shy?” he whispers and strokes your hair.

You nod, pulling back a little to reveal your face and look up at the familiar set of eyes you found so much comfort in. He gives you a small kiss of reassurance before continuing to coax you with his low and soothing tone.

“Oh sweetheart, why are you shy? You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about,” he says.

“Because…” you start softly, nervously glancing at Chris only to see him watching the entire exchange. You force your attention back to your boyfriend. “Because Chris is here.”

His chest rumbles with a low laugh. “Oh, princess. That’s not a reason. Didn’t you like how Chris was touching you? Wasn’t he making you feel good?”

“I guess…” you admit.

“See? You don’t have to be embarrassed around daddy’s friend. He only wants to play with you because you’re so cute,” he teases and lands a barrage of kisses on your cheek.

You were going to freak out about him using the d word in front of someone else, but looking over at Chris, he didn’t look at all shocked. His eyes were soft and comforting as they watched you, but you were still a little uncertain. You turn your face back into Leon. He keeps rubbing your back and holds you a little closer on his lap.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, baby. I just think you’d have a lot of fun,” Leon says softly, “You know how wet that pretty pussy gets thinking about someone else watching you with daddy, joining in because he just can’t resist a good girl like you.”

He was right. He knew your fantasies like the exact situation playing out in your living room right now. But it was scarier when it was real. You didn’t have the control anymore. That's what made it exciting too though.

“It’s just Chris, honey,” he continues reassuring you, “He’d never hurt you. He thinks you're as precious as I do. But even still, daddy’s gonna be here the whole time. You know I’d never let anything hurt my girl.”

You soften up more, relaxing under Leon’s touch and tender words. As you’re thinking it over, leaning towards going through with this, Chris scoots closer to the two of you on the couch. He tentatively places his hand on your leg and caresses your skin.

“It’s up to you, babydoll,” he says, “I only wanna help your daddy make you feel good.”

Oh god. He was a natural at this, talked down to you just the way you liked.

“See, princess? There’s nothing to be afraid of,” Leon says. He strokes some of your hair back and watches as you look at the other man, deciding whether to let him in or not. He chuckles in your ear. “He’s acting cool, but you don’t know how bad he’s been wanting a turn with you. I’m sure you’ve seen him staring. Sometimes I think he’s practically drooling watching you. You know he goes home and strokes his dick raw, wishing it was your pretty little hands instead.”

It’s obvious there’s some truth to Leon’s statement from the way Chris remains silent. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you mull it over. Why was it so bad? You wanted it and they both wanted it. Why should you stop yourself?

You look up at your boyfriend and nod, silently communicating that you wanted this. He smiles and shifts you in his lap so that you’re in a more accessible position. One hand rubs your inner thighs while his other arm stays wrapped around your body to hold you close. 

Upon seeing your confirmation, Chris comes even closer. As he gets situated, Leon leans in and connects his lips with yours in a few soft kisses. Your noses brush and breathing deepens. He strokes your cheek before pulling away and looking in your eyes.

“Why don’t you try that with Chris, baby? Give him some of those kisses he’s been dreaming about,” he breathes.

Your focus shifts to the man sitting to your boyfriend’s right. Eyes casting down, you bring your head forward, and Chris closes the gap. Your breath hitches when you feel the unfamiliar lips meet your own. They’re noticeably different from the pair you were used to, but it wasn’t a bad different.

You move your lips with his, shuddering a little when you feel him grunt. He struggles not to take more than what you give. Leon watches on with a grin, stroking your hair and making sure it was out of your face. Your hand maintains an iron grip on him the entire time. 

“Such a good girl,” he purrs in your ear.

All three of you had long stopped paying attention to the tv, so Leon shuts it off. He then leans in to suck little love bites onto your throat. You whine into your kisses with his friend. The sound causes you to open your mouth, allowing Chris to slip his tongue in to meet yours. You moan and reciprocate the advance. His smiles against your lips as his hand glides up and gropes at one of your breasts, drawing another whimper from you.

Several hickeys later, Leon removes his mouth from your neck to admire his work. His fingers drag over the wet, darkened skin. He licks one more stripe over the area before leaning back and pulling you with him. You’re slightly out of breath, eyes dilated, and lips a bit puffy.

“Aw, look at that face,” Leon teases, talking more to Chris than you, “She loves her kisses. Sometimes I think she likes it more than the actual fucking.”

“I could tell. All those sweet sounds she was making,” Chris chuckles. His chest rises and falls in a pattern similar to yours.

“Oh yeah, so sensitive, my baby,” Leon coos, “You wanna go sit in Chris’s lap and give him some more kisses?”

You shake your head and tighten your grip on his hand. They both smile at your timid display.

“My mistake. You just gotta give her some time to adjust. She’s not used to anyone but daddy. Isn’t that right?” Leon jokes.

You nod and snake your arms around him, hiding your face against his chest again. He couldn’t get enough of how clingy you became when you felt like this.

“No, no. No more being shy. C’mon, his lips still have your spit on ‘em. There’s no reason for you to hide,” he teases you and guides your head back up to see your eyes, “You still wanna do this, don’t you?”

You nod again, looking up at him with those loving eyes.

“That’s what I thought, so how about this?” he starts. He gets your arms to unlock from their position around him and tucks his fingers beneath the hem of your shirt. “How about we show daddy’s friend more of this precious body, yeah?”

You lift your arms and allow him to tug the fabric up and over your head. Your breasts spring free, but his hands are immediately there to cup them, knead the flesh, and tease your nipples. From his place next to the two of you, Chris’s eyes drop to the swell of your chest.

“You’re even prettier than Leon told me, baby,” he coos before leaning in, giving you one more kiss and then trailing his lips down the side of your throat. They glide over the warm skin and across the expanse of your chest.

Your boyfriend’s hands drop from your breasts, letting Chris’s take their place. You shift and lean back so your back is pressed to Leon’s chest, giving the other man more access. He fondles them before latching his mouth onto a nipple, his tongue swirling around the little peak. A little sigh escapes your lips to the pleasure of both men.

“I think she likes that, Chris,” Leon croons, his hands rubbing up and down your sides.

Chris sucks on the pebbled nub a bit more before alternating to the other one. He spends less time over there before just kissing all over your chest.

“Got such pretty tits,” he grunts, laving a tongue across your skin.

Your face heats up at the compliment, and of course, Leon knew without even having to look. He could tell by the slight way you squirmed your hips on his lap.

“Aw, princess. You like when daddy’s friend calls you pretty?” he coos. Once he sees your little nod, he continues. “How about you let him pull down your shorts and see how cute your cunt is next.”

You agree to this with no hesitation, trying to elevate your hips so he could remove your clothing. Chris smirks at your overt desire. In a quick move, he scoots back and pulls by your hips so that you’re laying across the couch again. Your head is on Leon’s thigh so you can look up at him while your fingers remain tightly interlaced with his.

The larger man peels your shorts off and then your panties. He gazes upon your dripping cunt. His thumb drags up and down through your slick in an exploratory touch.

“Oh, honey,” he breathes, circling your clit. His hand moves down again before he slides two fingers into your hole. “You’re gonna take our cocks so well. Pussy this pretty is made for that.”

You suck in a gasp that turns into a long whine as his digits fill you up. His fingers were nice and thick, filling you up just right. Your eyes flutter, and your head presses against Leon’s thigh. Chris starts pumping them in and out, stroking your inner walls.

“That’s right, baby,” Leon reassures you, “He’s gonna open you up, and you’re gonna feel so good.”

A breathy whimper falls from your lips. Your hips rock a little, but Chris allows it, enjoying your enthusiasm as you become more comfortable. You feel his fingers curling within you in motions that drive you wild and have your hands grabbing at the edges of the couch cushion beneath you.

“There you go, sweet baby. Am I doing it right?” Chris asks teasingly. With your frantic nod, he works a third finger into you. Your eyes roll back and you choke out a moan.

Leon smiles down at you and strokes your hair. His bulge grows harder, watching you get so wound up for his friend.

“Make sure you rub her pretty little clit, Chris. She loves that,” he says, “Might be a little sore since she likes to play with it so much.”

Chris grins at that, taking his turn to tease you now. “Is that right? You like playing dirty, princess? I bet you can’t help it. Cute girls like you get needy so easy. Can’t think without making yourself cum every few hours, yeah?”

“Mhm,” you whimper and nod.

“I’ll be gentle then. Think your sweet spot just needs some special kisses,” he coos.

He bends down so his mouth can be level with your cunt, a bit of a challenge with his size, but he manages. His lips meet your clit and give you some soft kisses. A little flick of the tongue and the light movement of his flesh against your sensitive bundle of nerves has your walls fluttering around him, little mewls escaping your lips.

Then, with a harsh suck to your clit, he works a fourth finger inside you. Your legs kick a little, but he simply slides them to rest on his shoulders. Every little twitch next to his head has more of his blood rushing south. Your hips buck too as you adjust to the minor stretch.

“You’re daddy’s perfect girl, you know that right? Girl of my fuckin’ dreams. Doing so good for me right now,” your boyfriend says from above you. His eyes watch on fondly as Chris slides basically his entire hand in and out of you. “Think you can cum for Chris, baby? Gush all over his fingers so it’s nice and easy for him and daddy to fill you up?”

You nod quickly. 

Chris sucks harder on your clit and flicks his tongue against you with more fervor. His hand finds a rhythm that you seemed to like, had you twitching more than before. He could hear your voice rising to a higher pitch.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Make your daddy proud,” he murmurs against your folds.

You really don’t know what it was, but that phrase does you in. You turn your face against Leon’s hip, dig your fingers into his palm, and erupt into a frenzy of whining and bucking your hips. 

Chris continues his efforts, relishing the sensation of your slick coating his fingers and palm. His lips gradually loosen on your swollen bud. He gives it a few more licks before sitting up and gazing down at your blissed out body.

They both give you a second to rest before Leon sits you up on the couch. He gives you a quick kiss and looks into your eyes, hazy from release.

“Think you’re ready for daddy and Chris to fuck you?” he coos and rubs your cheek.

“Mhm,” you hum, returning his loving stare.

“Of course you are. My sweet girl,” he says.

The two men don’t waste time undressing themselves. Clothing piles up on the ground as they match your nudity. Both of them stand as they undo their belts and drop their pants. You’d seen Leon’s dick a hundred times by now. You watch him pull it out and give it a few strokes. The tip flushes bright red like always, a couple familiar veins span up the side. You turn your attention to Chris, looking upon a sight you hadn’t seen before.

You’re snapped out of your post-orgasm stupor when you catch a glimpse of the appendage hanging between Chris’s legs. Just like every other part of him, it’s noticeably thick. The length was good too, sure, but it wasn’t the main attraction. His cock didn’t get as red as Leon’s, but it still had the veins. He even had a few beads of white, sticky precum leaking from the head.

“Oh, you like what you see, baby?” Leon teases when he notices your wonder, “I’m sure Chris would be happy to let you suck on it next time.”

“Daddy, it’s not gonna fit,” you say, looking up at him and ignoring the tempting idea of giving Chris a blowjob.

He smiles down at you, simultaneously condescending and affectionate. “Of course it will. C’mere, princess,” he says. 

In no time at all, Leon’s back on the couch, guiding you on top of him. You crawl to meet the place he’s directing you. Lowering yourself against him, your front rests against his and your head lies near the crook of his neck. The warmth of his body comforts you but not enough to push out your concerns completely.

“You don’t have to worry, sweetheart. I’m gonna get you nice and comfy on daddy’s cock, and then Chris will just slide right in,” he reassures you, “You’re gonna feel so good. You just let me take care of everything.”

His arm had already slithered beneath your hip to line up his shaft with your entrance. He runs the tip through your soaked folds then pushes in. A whiny moan escapes you, and your arms wrap tighter around him. The feeling wasn’t a new one, but it still felt so good. He works himself in and out slowly, hips rocking off the couch in small thrusts.

“That’s my girl, taking it just like you’re meant to. I’ve got you trained so well,” he murmurs against your hair.

The entire time, you feel Chris’s eyes on you. His pupils fixated on the sight of Leon pumping in and out of your gushing cunt. You hear him spit down onto his hand and know he’s started to stroke himself in anticipation. Other than that, he stays quiet, locked onto you sucking up every inch of your boyfriend's cock.

Leon continues gliding in and out. You feel the muscles in his chest and neck straining with the pleasure your pulsing walls give him.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Chris did a good job with you,” he groans. His breaths become ragged as he staves off true euphoria. This couldn’t end too quickly. “You know, babydoll, I don’t think you said thank you to Chris for making you feel so good. That’s not very nice.”

You whimper as your brain registers the implication of his words. At the moment, you were more focused on rolling your hips with Leon’s, but you force some words out of your mouth cause you’re a good girl after all.

“Sorry daddy,” you say, cut off by a whine as he pokes a sensitive spot, “T-thank you, Chris.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he responds. You can hear the satisfaction in his voice, but you don’t have the chance to linger on it since you feel his broad palm land on the small of your back. His fingers rub the skin gently, as if to keep you calm while he positions himself on his knees behind you. You whine again and cling harder to Leon.

“You can say thank you better than that, baby,” he teases, trying to keep any fear away from you. He presses a kiss to your temple as well and rubs your back, “What are you thanking him for?”

“Thank you for making me cum, Chris. Your fingers and kisses felt so good,” you whimper, adding on the last bit before Leon could correct you further.

“Oh, you’re welcome,” he repeats with excessive adoration, “You deserve it for being such a good girl. Besides, that pussy was so fucking sweet, makes me want another taste.”

You squeeze around Leon and bite your lip as your lower belly erupts with butterflies. And then you feel it. You feel the hot tip of Chris’s heavy cock nudging at your entrance above Leon’s. You tense and dig your fingers into the flesh of his back.

“Just relax, baby. You’re gonna be just fine. Daddy’s right here,” he coos and holds you tighter against his chest.

“You ready?” Chris asks softly.

You squeeze your eyes shut but nod, waiting to feel the stretch.

And it comes right away. You gasp as another cock enters you. Whining, your hands scramble to grab at something. Leon takes one and squeezes it lovingly, pausing his thrusts. You bury your face against his skin, your chest erratically puffing as you try to accommodate the sizes. Both men are groaning, eyes fluttering or rolled back, muscles flexing as they take in the tight, wet heat engulfing them.

“Doing so good, pretty girl, so good,” Leon mutters.

You can’t fathom any kind of response. The burning sensation of both of them was still so intense and from what you could tell, Chris wasn’t even all the way in yet. He was still pushing forward as far as he could. At a certain point, you can’t fight off the tears pricking at your waterline. Your free hand clamps over your mouth as a choked cry tumbles out.

“So fucking tight, I could cum right now,” Chris grunts.

Leon’s hand covers your right hip, tracing tiny soothing circles over your skin. Chris occupies your left, digging his fingers into the flesh. The subtle difference between the two sides drives you further into the throes of ecstasy.

When Chris manages to bully his cock nearly all the way inside you, as deep as it could go at least, Leon feels your hot tears sliding off your cheeks and pooling on his chest.

“Oh, poor baby,” he croons. He lets go of your hand for a second to swipe a few drops away, but then he takes it back. “You ok, honey? Too much for you?”

You weakly shake your head that it wasn’t too much, sniffling between whimpers. They’ve both stopped now to let you get used to the entirety of them. The site of your connection pulses with need on all three accounts. You feel Chris gripping you a little harder in an effort to keep his composure.

“My tough girl, so brave for daddy. Makin’ me so proud,” he whispers and kisses your hairline.

“So fuckin’ pretty too. You look gorgeous all filled up like this,” Chris moans from behind you.

His gaze remains on his and Leon’s cocks splitting you open. He starts rocking his hips a bit, groaning at the combined feeling of your slick walls with Leon’s length rubbing against his. Leon starts moving again too.

You let out a sound that’s between a yelp and a moan. Both of Leon’s arms snake around you to keep you engulfed in his embrace. He’s more vocal than usual, the mix of stimulation getting to him as well.

“That’s right. You keep crying for your daddy. Let me hear how much you need me. Just cry it out like the good little girl you are,” he mumbles against you.

Once you’ve become comfortable with the stretch, it starts feeling better than you’d imagined. In tandem, they’re stroking every part of you. They slide in and out, back and forth, pulling soft whines from you. The only noise apart from the three of you grunting and moaning, is the obscene noises that come from them pumping into your wet pussy. You feel your ability for coherent thoughts slipping away. You just wanted to be full of your daddy and his friend.

Chris smacks your ass while picking up his pace a bit. “Now she’s getting into it,” he says.

You get a little louder to both their enjoyment. Grabbing at Leon a little more, you shudder while hearing moans bubble up from his chest and out of his mouth.

“That’s cause you’re such a good girl. Right baby?” he asks, his voice breathier, “So good at whining for your daddy’s cock.”

You nod without a second thought. You’re panting a bit as the thrusts start hitting just right. Your expressions and the tightening of your cunt give you away. You hear both of them groaning and getting a little more primal with their movements.

“You feel that, Chris? She’s getting closer. Can always tell by the way her pussy starts trying to keep me in. So desperate for some cum,” Leon says.

“Yeah. I can feel her cute little cunt begging for it,” Chris growls.

They’re both going harder, making your mind get all fuzzy and causing more tears to fall, although by this time they’re purely tears of pleasure. Your cries are whiny and needy.

“My baby, my baby,” Leon grunts while lacing his fingers in your hair, “I want you to cum for me, ok? Wanna feel you cumming all over our cocks. Show Chris how good you make me feel every single night when you start clamping down on me.”

You don’t finish right then. It takes a handful more thrusts from each of them to hit the right buttons and work you over that edge, dropping you into a pool of euphoria. The bliss washes over you, and as Leon described, your pussy squeezes around them in waves. They’re both moaning now, grabbing you harder, sighing and gasping. You twitch on top of Leon, and he holds you close and helps you through it.

“Look at that sweet face. Always so pretty when you let go,” he mumbles just for you to hear, “Keep cumming, dolly. Want you feeling like you’re in heaven.”

Leon’s the first to blow his load, shooting it deep inside you. He pumps it in while you’re still releasing. His own hips twitch and buck while that hot, sticky liquid flows from him. 

Chris takes a bit longer, savoring every last moment he has inside your precious cunt. He keeps thrusting after you’ve finished, making you squirm with the slight overstimulation. Leon hisses too, feeling the friction from his movements against his dick.

When he finally does cum, your body is overtaken with a shiver. He fucks it deep into you. His thrusts don’t weaken while he spills it inside of you. He keeps moving in powerful strokes until he’s satisfied.

After he’s truly done, Chris leans down and kisses the space between your shoulder blades. “So good, pretty baby,” he praises softly before pulling out.

It feels weird just having Leon’s dick in you. It’s your normal but so strange now too. He slides himself out next though, so there isn’t too much time to fester on that. Sitting up, he pulls you with him while covering your face in kisses.

Everyone is laid back right now, letting the post-high wear off as you all come down. You stay curled up to Leon like you always did after finishing. He rubs your back like normal, knowing your head was most likely still up in the clouds. Eventually, all of your breathing steadies and returns to a regular pace.

Your hazy eyes open and gaze over at Chris. “Thank you Chris,” you say, tone a bit dreamier than it usually is.

“You’re welcome, honey,” he says, smiling at you.

“Look at you, so polite,” Leon teases, “By the looks of it, you’re gonna be sitting on Chris’s lap soon enough and leaving me on the sidelines.”

You shake your head and nuzzle him. All of you take a brief moment to finish the descent back to normalcy. Chris stands to pull on his pants again. 

“We’ll get there one of these days,” he jokes.

“I don’t know about that. This one’s a daddy’s girl before anything else,” Leon says, before smooching your forehead.

[gamergirlwrites]

Title: Burning For You

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Albert Wesker x Reader

Synopsis: You spend another night with Chris and Captain Wesker.

CW: Smut. Threesome (FMM). Oral (F & M Receiving). Double Penetration. Fingering. Anal.

PREV.

Chris wasn't subtle about letting you know that he wanted you. He seemed to want more than sex, which sort of surprised you. He was the one who took you out for dates and stayed by your side for the whole night even after he had gotten his fill. Chris treated you like he wanted to be your boyfriend, and yet, he still encouraged you to accept Wesker's advances.

Wesker wasn't anything like Chris. He wanted your body, and he wasn't shy about it. He came over with as much warning as a phone call or sticky note on your desk at work. Every single time, he fucked you roughly. You'd give him a bit of shit for that, claiming that without Chris there, he didn't need to compensate so much. That only seemed to spur him on, and eventually, you knew your comments would get you to the place you currently were.

"Fuck, you taste so good," Chris moaned into your cunt. Wesker had you bent over in front of his lap as you sucked him off. Chris knelt behind you, diligently eating you out. His tongue lapped up every bit of your arousal that it could get to. You were soaking wet, and Chris's mouth and chin were covered in the evidence of his good work.

"Get her wet and ready for me," Wesker commanded. Chris scoffed at his comment, but continued to eat you out. You knew that it wasn't for Wesker, it was for you. The three of you may have been holed up in Wesker's office, but that was just because of the convenience. You'd let him think that he was in charge for a little while longer.

"Fuck," you swore as you pulled off of Wesker's cock. Chris had you clenching around nothing as you came. He backed off of your clit with his mouth, gently rubbing over the sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb.

"That's it, ride me," Wesker ordered you. You turned your back to Wesker as Chris stood up in front of you. Wesker wasted no time with teasing as he slid his cock inside of you. Chris cupped your cheeks and held you steady as Wesker drove his hips up into you. You inched away from Wesker just enough to kiss Chris before he directed your mouth elsewhere.

You didn't mind being sandwiched between the two men as they thrust in and out of you. Wesker's thrusts were harsher than Chris's, and he amplified the force by pulling your hips down to drive you into them. If you didn't have Chris's cock in your mouth, the noises that would have been coming out of you could have been heard by half of the city.

"This is it, this is fucking it," Wesker told you as his hips began to stutter. Chris was still thrusting into your throat, but he pulled away to pull you off of Wesker. Chris turned you around so that you could watch as Wesker finished himself off. He closed his eyes as he finished, not caring whether or not he made a mess on you or Chris.

"I'm not done with you yet," Chris said as he bent you over. The two of you had spent quite a bit of time together, and with that came some experimentation. Chris wasn't quiet or subtle about loving the way that your ass looked in jeans or the occasional miniskirt that you had worn into the office. He was no stranger to giving you a few spankings when he took you from behind, but he hadn't pushed things this far yet.

He was palming your ass tentatively, gauging your reaction as he began to get a bit more rough. You leaned back against him as his fingers gathered some of your wetness and spread it back. You had gone this far with maybe one boyfriend in the past, and he definitely hadn't been as attentive as Chris was.

"Are you sure this is okay?" Chris asked you. You nodded as you pushed back against his finger. The stretch made you wince, but it was still pleasurable. Chris kept his other hand on your clit, rubbing in gentle circles as he added another finger. You moved back and forth on Chris's fingers, letting him stretch you out until you were ready to take his cock.

Wesker watched with a smug look on his face, as if he was ready to say something. You turned your head to look at Chris as he pushed himself inside of you. The few seconds of Chris having your undivided attention seemed to wipe Wesker's smugness away. He sat there and watched as Chris fucked you, noting how much more enthused your moans seemed.

"Fuck, right there. Oh my god, I'm gonna cum!" You were laying on the dramatics a bit, but it was more than worth it to watch the aggravation in Wesker's demeanor. Chris also ate it up, thrusting even more earnestly and pressing his fingers against your clit with just enough pressure to hurl your body towards its orgasm.

Your moans were loud, but you didn't care. Chris couldn't control himself as he felt you cum around him. There was an absolute mess as he pulled out, cum dripping from his tip. You fell back against Chris's body, nearly forgetting what the three of you had snuck away for in the first place.

"If you two are done showing off, there's work to do," Wesker grumbled. You watched him get up and walk out of his office, leaving you and Chris there all alone.

"I think we hurt his feelings," you mused. Chris nodded as he pushed himself off of the desk, forcing you to fully stand up as well. "I'm going to run home and clean up. Can you cover for me?"

"Yeah, I'll man the phones. I doubt he'll want to see my face for a bit. See you later?" Chris asked. You gave him a quick peck on the lips as confirmation before you gathered up your clothes and redressed yourself. It was easy enough to slip out, and a few hours later, you found yourself curled up in bed with Chris watching some action movie he cared a little too much about.

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paring: ex!chris redfield x f!reader

summary: you fall back into old habits and into your ex's bed. you never could say no to each other.

words: 6.7k

warnings: 18+ smut, angst, unprotected, chris is reader's ex, alcohol, oral (f receiving), edging, spanking, pussy slapping, squirting, finishing on not in

proof-read by: the beautiful @hwalovs

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It had began as a mistake.

Trauma attracts trauma, as they say, and you and Chris were like a moth and a flame.

Every time you were placed on a mission together, you both knew how it would end - the same way it had began.

As you sat at the hotel bar, nursing your 3rd or 4th drink, you tried to relive the memories of your past mistakes. Tried to urge yourself to recall the reason why you'd refused to go on missions where the Redfield name was mentioned.

This time your commanding officer hadn't been as sympathetic. "They need your skill," he had told you, "Chances of success are low without you," he'd subtly praised.

And you did what you did every time duty calls. Put aside your feelings and focus on the lives you were going to save.

Your grip on your drink tightened as you reminisced about how your dilemma had started. It was about 6 years ago.

You were deployed with a unit like every other mission, things had gone surprisingly well and you'd joined the team for a celebratory drink.

Admittedly, you'd drunk a bit too much so the Captain of the squad took you to your bunk. At least that was his plan. Instead, you had demanded that he take you outside to look at the night sky - he'd protested but you refused to go to bed until you'd seen the stars.

He laid in the mildew grass talking with you for hours; about life, your goals, your fears, and when you'd started to cry in your alcohol induced condition, he held you until you stopped.

The embarrassing part was that you'd tried to kiss him and he quickly pulled away, not wanting to take advantage of your intoxicated state. That sobered you up quite quickly.

When the sun started to come up he took you back to your bunk and the two of you laughed about how it was nearly time for morning drill.

Breakfast came around and you immediately apologised to him for trying to make a move on him, he'd chuckled and told you it was fine, but the reason he pulled away was because he wanted the first time he kissed you to be when you were sober.

Then began your doomed romance with Chris Redfield.

You stood from the bar stool you'd claimed as yours for the night and confidently marched towards the lobby. It had been a year since you'd last seen Chris and a part of you wanted to confront him, and tell him this was the last time he would ever see you again.

It would be different this time. Not like all the other occasions where you'd aimed to tell him the exact same thing; that you were done, and he was gone from your mind and heart.

Except he wasn't.

The relationship between the two of you had started so sweetly, it was ill-fated from the beginning. People in this line of work didn't get happy endings.

It started to go downhill after 6 months of dating.

You reminded yourself of exactly that as you entered the elevator and pressed the numbered button for the floor he was on; he'd ever-so-casually mentioned to you which room he was staying in during debrief.

Dating Chris Redfield wasn't the mistake, the months following your breakup were the mistake.

Despite the two of you never being deployed to the same place while you were together, it seemed like it was unavoidable once you'd split.

The first slip of your judgement was after that first mission; you’d found yourself holding onto the sheet of his bunk while his hands gripped your hips, your naked bodies entwined as though it was the last time they would.

Because he thought it was the last time they would. To him, this was his goodbye to you.

Then it happened again in China, again in France, and countless other countries.

Chris Redfield was a drug you couldn’t seem to recover from.

This time was different.

The elevator rocked to a steady stop, the doors revealing the hotel hallway to you not unlike a stage curtain sweeping away the boredom of reality and presenting the opportunity of an escape.

You stepped out into the hallway of cheaply clad carpet floors and faded white walls; the best the BSAA could offer your squad, the cheapskates.

His door was in front of you - number 98 - just as he had said so boldly earlier.

The screws that held the numbers onto the wood looked rusted and worn, really showing the age of the building; and for a moment the faded silver of the number '8' almost distracted you enough to walk away. To leave, to not confront Chris and disappear from his life silently.

But before your brain could send your feet the signal to move, it had already reached your hand and told it to knock four times. You could've walked away and left him to open the door to the empty hallway, but you couldn't will yourself away from those dishevelled numbers.

He knew who it was without opening the door. He even hesitated with his hand on the handle; he could ignore it, pretend to be asleep and wait for you to leave. To break the cycle that you both kept repeating.

But he didn't.

He opened the door and saw you standing on the other side, he would've thought it was just as he had imagined, but he thought you would've taken your uniform off first and changed.

After a few painfully long seconds of staring at each other he asked "Yes?", you didn't verbally answer, instead you pushed past him and barged into his room.

"Come on in," he said sarcastically as he closed the door behind him and turned to face where you stood, which was in the centre of the room as if it was your own. "What can I help you with?" he asked as he walked over to the desk he was clearly working at prior to your interruption, picking up his half-empty whisky glass and sipping on it.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest, "Please," you scoffed, his nice guy act wasn't tricking you this time.

"I'm done." You stated bluntly, trying to hold eye contact with him to firm your point, but he was more interested in swirling the honey coloured liquid in his glass than looking at you.

He hummed in a response, a hum that showed he was either half paying attention or he didn't care, "Are you listening? I said I'm done!" you were more stern with your words this time.

"Yeah, I heard you the first time," he said without lifting his eyeline from his glass. "Okay," you unfolded your arms, a flit of uncertainty lined your voice, "Well, that's that then, you'll never see me again," you nodded your head with determination - not that Chris could see anyway - but the quiver in your pitch contradicted it.

You turned your back on him and started to leave the room when you heard, "So I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning for the mission briefing?" he'd said it so casually for a second it felt like a natural next step in the conversation.

"What? No," you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and turned back to face him, getting closer to him than you had before: "I said I'm done, gone from your life for good," the annoyance in your voice was evident.

"Yeah, yeah," he sighed, dismissing you, and tilted his head backwards and held his glass up to his lips, letting the remnants of the amber liquid drizzle into his mouth. "I mean it!" you step forward so you're directly in front of him, and poke him in the chest with your index to emphasise your point, although not raising your voice.

"We're not doing this anymore," you state prodding his chest with every word. Chris grabbed your hand, enclosing the annoying appendage with his large palm. He placed his glass down on the desk behind him gently, the empty container making a pleasant knock on the hard wood.

He leant back on the desk, finally letting his eyeline meet yours.

"That's what you said last time," he held onto your hand for a moment, his eyes kept your gaze for what felt like hours, his cold blue eyes retained so many memories and you were starting to question whether you wanted to let those go.

Chris released the tension of his grasp so that - if you wanted to - you could slip your hand out from his. "If you want to go, I wont stop you," his voice was quiet and gentle, which made you realise he was also intoxicated.

You didn't move. You kept your hand under his, the warmth of his palm was comforting in a way that only a partner could provide.

"Don't try and be nice to me, Redfield," you shook your head, trying to dislodge the trance your brain always put itself into when you were around him.

He was the one to move his hand away from yours so he could fold his arms over his chest, "Well, I'm not going to be mean to you even if I know th-" he stopped mid-sentence.

"Even if what?" you weren't going to let him get away with it, "No, it doesn't help anyone," he lowered his head but his mouth showed a cheeky smile, as if what he was going to say was amusing to him.

"What doesn't help anyone?" you dipped your head closer to him to try and get him to make eye contact with you again, "Finishing what I was going to say,", "And what were you going to say?", you didn't miss a beat.

He outwardly chuckled, lifting his head but looking off to the side to avoid your eyes again. "You never change," he laughed sadly. "Don't try and change the subject-" you weren't going to let this go no matter how much he wanted you to, "- Now, be brave and finish your sentence," you dropped your voice into a condescending tone.

"Don't.", he warned you but there was no real aggression to it and you felt your stomach flip with excitement, "What? Aww, are you getting shy? I didn't take you for-"  you may have gotten a bit carried away with teasing him.

He didn't allow you to carry on before he grabbed you by the hips and flipped you so now you were against the desk and he was standing in front of you, his empty glass becoming a casualty of the situation and landing on the hotel carpet.

His eyes were narrow and staring down at you, the same way he would look at his sparring partner during training; the gaze of knowing that whatever happens next he was in control of it.

"You know what happens when you run your mouth," his words were almost a whisper and his pitch was a lot deeper than before.

When you didn't immediately respond and he'd registered the rabbit-in-headlights look you were giving him, you visibly saw his muscles tighten and he started to move away from you, "Shit, I-I'm sorry."

The corner of your mouth turned up into a cocky smile and you grabbed the collar of his shirt, stretching the black elastic fabric until the fibres wouldn't give anymore, pulling him back towards you so he was even closer.

"Where are you going?" you teased and you felt the air change the moment it hit his ears, "Your indecisiveness is going to kill me," he leaned into you, placing his hands on the desk either side of you, his warm breath tickled your lips.

You batted your eyelids at him, feigning innocence, "I'm not indecisive," you tilted your head to the side to continue your act; he grabbed your jaw gently to straighten your head and to bring your face closer to his.

"Just tell me what you want," his voice was commanding, and the butterflies in your belly started to flap their wings faster. You let him sit in the silence for a moment, drinking in the delicious tension the two of you had created.

"You know what I want," you said slowly and glanced down at his lips as your tongue poked out to wet your own. "I'm going to need you to say it." he insisted.

Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you blinked slowly and let the corner of your mouth curl up into a smirk, "Make me," it was drawn out as though the longer you took to say it, the longer you would have him hooked on your words.

All thoughts of leaving the room had vanished from your mind when he pushed your knees apart and slotted his hips in between them; instinctively you shuffled forward so your bodies were against each other.

There was something about the familiar heat of his body that comforted you in ways no one else had been able to do.

"Words, use them" he urged you in a soft whisper as though he was subtly begging but demanding you. Ignoring his plea, you hooked your fingers into the waistline of his jeans, feeling the soft skin of his stomach against your knuckles, and pulled him even closer.

A grumble left his throat and a tremor settled over his skin. It was short and deep whilst he tried to hide it from you.

"How obvious do I have to be, Chris?" you mumbled against the millimetre of air that separated your lips. Your thumb fumbled with his button until it popped open, releasing both the tension in his jeans and between you.

His hand cupped the back of your head as he quickly and passionately encapsulated your lips. You immediately ran your hands up his back to tangle in his hair and pull him closer.

Your lips disconnected for a second before colliding again, your heart exploded with fireworks that you long thought had burned out as the two of you struggled to balance coming up for air and not letting the kiss end.

Eventually it did, but only so Chris could unclasp the gear that you hadn't taken off. He began with the one over your chest, but impatience made him give up too soon as he moved to unbutton your combat pants and slip them off of your legs. All the while his mouth had moved from your lips to your neck.

He feverishly left trails along your throat and underside of your jaw as though if he stopped you would disappear.

"Please tell me you want this too?" he asked against your jugular, "Don't you dare stop," you breathed back to him and that was enough reassurance for him.

He pulled your underwear off and pushed you backwards so you were fully sat on the table with your feet no longer on the floor, and dropped to his knees. He looped his arms under your legs and settled his face in between your thighs, taking his time to leave small kisses and nibbles along the inside of them.

His teasing didn't last long, it would seem he was just as impatient as you were. He pressed his mouth against your core, flattening his tongue and massaging your clit the way he knew you liked it.

"Oh, fuck!" you yelled a little too loudly for a hotel the moment the warm wetness of his tongue made contact with you, and you laced your hands into his hair as though it was the handlebar on a rollercoaster you didn't want to get off of.

You felt his mouth vibrate against you as a muffled noise left him, you were sure that if he didn't have his mouth full then it would've either been a low chuckle, or a groan of his own.

His grip on your thighs became tighter and his tongue became quicker - you tried to stay sat upright, but the tingling sensation that climbed up your spine made it hard for you to maintain your balance, so you leaned back on the wall for support.

At this, Chris used your new position to pull your body closer to him, dragging you by the crease of your knee, making your shirt ride up against the friction of the desk. At least your head wasn't weirdly bent against the wall anymore, but now all your body weight was in his hands, and mouth.

He stopped for a moment, disconnecting his mouth from your pussy to inhale deeply, "God, I've missed how you taste," he moaned, his lips shimmering with a mixture of your arousal and his own saliva.

Before you had time to reply, he dove back in, removing one of his hands from your thigh and resting your appendage on his shoulder. He instead slid one of his thick digits inside you, pushing past your spit-soaked lips with an embarrassing ease. 

Well, it would’ve been embarrassing if you weren’t drunk and his fingers weren’t making your whimpers turn to needy moans.

You struggled to keep your eyes open as his tongue diligently flicked your clit, and his finger curled and prodded inside of you. It wasn't his best work with his hands, but he was also drunk and he was making up for it with his tongue so you could forgive him.

The muscles in your legs started to tense and you could feel yourself getting lighter and lighter in the head with the thought of euphoria only seconds away, "Fuck, Chris. I'm close," you managed to mumble out.

Your walls started to clench and tremble around his finger, with the climax you so desperately missed just on the horizon, when he suddenly stopped and withdrew from you. 

"No! No, no, no!" you whined and gently tried to pull his face back towards your core by his hair, but his neck alone was stronger than your arm.

Chris shrugged your legs off of his shoulder and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his top, a smug smile on his face as your essence left a light reflection on the black fabric. 

"You're an asshole!" you shuffled yourself into a position where you could at least touch the floor.

"It didn't seem like you thought I was an asshole a few minutes ago," he had a joyful lint to his voice that you hadn't realised you'd missed so much until now.

You scoffed at him, "No, I did. Just because you have some redeeming qualities doesn't mean I don't hate you," you watched him stand up slowly, the time he spent on his knees also making you forget how tall he is compared to you.

Pushing yourself off of the desk to try and intimidate him, your knees buckled and you almost fell, if not for Chris' reflexes.

"Oh, you hate me now too?" his voice was anything but serious, the overarching mockery was all too evident. You nodded confidently but didn't push yourself out of his arms.

"I see," he nodded as his hand trailed down over your stomach and towards your entrance again where he rubbed circles on your clit with his middle finger, "I suppose, you'd also really hate it if I made you cum?" he retorted, and stopped his movements just as quickly as he'd started them.

With heavy breath and shaking legs, you softly punched his chest with annoyance. “Chris,” you whined, “Mhmm?” he replied, his eyelids hooded and ears patiently waiting for you to admit defeat.

Both of his hands were on your waist, thumbs rubbing circles just under your ribcage delicately like a lover, whilst his eyes watched you like a hunter about to pounce on its meal.

Your hands roamed over the hard expanse of his chest and trailed downwards, your fingers tracing the indents of his muscled abdomen as they made their descent to his waistband.

Just as your fingers skimmed the tip of his underwear, he grabbed your wrist and stopped you exploring any further. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, “Don’t make me beg,” you tilted your head to the side and furrowed your eyebrows, “If you want something, you have to ask for it,”, he playfully scolded you.

Impatiently, you twisted your wrist out of his grasp and put your hands on his pecks, pushing him backwards with what little strength you could. Your plan was to get him on his back, then you could work your magic without having to utter a word.

He stepped backwards as you walked him confidently towards the bed, however, just as his legs were about to make contact with the bedframe he swiftly moved to the left, leaving you and the force of your push to topple over onto the bed.

There was an attempt to pick yourself up again, but as quickly as it had began, he’d hooked his hands under your hips and positioned you with your head against the mattress and your ass, unceremoniously, in the air.

“You know what I want to hear,” he grumbled quietly as one of his hands left your hip and roamed the expanse of your exposed ass cheek, “Screw you,” you spat with no venom.

His hand left for a second before coming down onto your cheek with a harsh sounding clap, you attempted to hold back the groan the sting caused you, but the way your back arched was evidence enough to him that he still knew how to make you crumble.

“Now, I know you haven’t forgotten your manners,” he gently caressed the area that he’d just hit to soothe the impact, the area buzzing with warmth as it slowly turned red.

There was a moment of pause as you thought about the best course of action, and a smirk came across your lips, “Go fuck yourse-” was all you managed to say, words cut off by a moan as another strike hit your plump flesh, this one slightly harder than the last.

You laughed to yourself at how predictable his actions were, when that too was cut short by your surprised cry as two of his fingers suddenly filled you completely - jutting in and out of you a few times, then tearing away to rest back on your ass cheek.

You could feel your own arousal being spread on you with every gentle stroke of his hand.

“How many times do you want to do this until you inevitably do as you’re told?” he sighed as if he was already bored of disciplining you.

Apparently the answer was eight. Eight times you’d come up with a new insult to throw his way and eight times he’d responded the same way. A slap to the ass, followed by spearing you open with his fingers - each time becoming rougher and more prolonged, but not enough for you to cum.

He’d never been like this before, normally he would cave and give you what you wanted - he never could resist you. 

Something was different this time, and you felt your hold over him loosen with every spank of his hand against your delicate flesh, with every crack of palm meeting rear he tightened the reins of your invisible collar until you couldn’t breathe another word against him.

You opened your mouth to speak and he habitually raised his hand, waiting for the next smart-ass comment to leave your lips so he could punish you.

“Wait, please!” you panted, your voice slightly broken from the high pitched whines he’d been pulling from you.

“Hmm?” the noise vibrated lowly in his throat, you couldn’t see his face from your position but you could imagine his thick brown eyebrow raising ever-so-slightly. “Why should I?” he whispered to you, “This entire time you’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass, so why should I not return the favour?”

You thought for a moment. Were you ready to truly take this new Chris out for a test-drive? The unpredictability of him was new to you, you were unsure if you could handle it, but by God you were going to try.

“If you’re going to spank me, at least do it with some effort,” you got about halfway through the sentence before your mouth stretched into a grin.

A growl of annoyance resonated from him and the hand still gripping your hip tightened, you could feel every individual pad of his fingers digging into your bone. He was silent, and you debated whether you’d gone too far, until you felt something warm and smooth caress your folds.

A gasp left you at the familiar sensation. You instantly tried to move your hips backwards to meet him, to feel him fill you so completely the way he used to almost nightly when you were together.

You’d missed the stretch his cock would give you, always too impatient to let him warm you up with his fingers first - the impact of his pelvic bone meeting yours, and the bounce of him so deeply within you, worth the momentary discomfort of adjusting to his size.

But he wasn’t about to delve into your nostalgia so quickly. 

Instead, he dipped his cock-head into you briefly and pulled back, never breaching the tight ring of your cunt. 

Again, you engaged the muscles of your thighs to try and bounce back onto him, so slide him so effortlessly inside you, but his hold on your hip was firm and unbreakable.

With his other hand wielding his shaft with the same precision he usually saves for the Samurai Edge pistol, he stroked his tip up and down to colour your labia with your residue. As if his cock-head was a paintbrush, and your cunt was the pot of paint he’d chosen for this masterpiece.

He rolled his hips forward, guiding his dick through your lips for his head to bump against your clit, coating his shaft in your wetness. 

You knew he hadn’t missed his target, he very rarely did, but just this once you’d wished he’d miscalculated his aim. Wished he’d entered you and hit your cervix with that same force, instead of continuing to abuse your overstimulated clit.

He dragged himself back again until his tip was hovering not-so-subtly over where you wanted it most, he drew miniscule circles into your sensitive flesh, “Are you going to behave now?” his voice was solid and firm with no motion of breakage, unlike yours.

You wanted to say that you wouldn’t. That he would have to make you. However, the repetitive motion of dipping his cockhead into you so you would start to feel him stretch your walls to gain entrance to your warm velvety insides, but not enough for your body to accept him, was causing a lapse in your determination.

The lack of response from you wasn’t the answer he wanted, causing you to feel another sudden slap to your ass and the subsequent sting in the outline of his palm on your skin. 

“Words!” he commanded and your back arched again as he used the same tone he does during training drills. “I-” you started to say, but couldn’t come up with something witty fast enough before he submerged his cock-head again with the accommodating slap against your cheek.

It was too much all at once; the teasing of his dick, the spanking, his iron-grip on your hip, and his voice.

Ordinarily, you could combat these things with ease. Push back against him and throw a mocking comment his way, but it was too overwhelming.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled out, the bedsheet sticking to the side of your mouth as you spoke from the saliva you’d accidentally dribbled onto it.

“Sorry?” Now, he was the one to mimic your usual sarcasm, “I don’t want your sorry, I want you to obey,” he spoke through gritted teeth but there was no aggression, just warning.

You nodded your head against the covers, “I will, I promise,” the rate at which you spoke made your words slur, you were surprised if he was able to understand you.

Your babbling was a language that Chris had become an expert in. Maybe he’d gone further than he was planning to tonight, but that didn’t stop the greedy smirk that laced its way onto his lips.

He wasn’t showing it, but he too was barely holding onto his restraint. Normally, he would ask more of you in terms of verbal submission, but he’s inadvertently teased himself as well.

He hummed with appreciation as he put more pressure against your hole, fighting against the muscle momentarily before it gave way, allowing his cock to slide into you fully until his groin met with your ass.

You moaned loudly at the intrusion, feeling the stretch burn within you. Usually he would allow you time to adjust and wait to feel your walls relax around him before he began his assault, but he wasn’t feeling so generous after the performance you gave him. 

He grasped your waist with both hands as he quickly withdrew from you almost all the way, then quickly and sharply pulled you back to meet his thrust.

Another moan came from you, louder and more high pitched than the last. Then a turrent of them flew from you with every rough thrust of his hips and haul of your waist - your head bobbed back and forth at the rapid momentum, reminding you that your body was not your own anymore, it was his.

“Still take me so well,” he groaned between thrusts, between watching his cock disappear inside you, only to reappear wetter and shinier.

You hoped he wasn’t actually looking for a response because the only words your brain could form were desperate pleas for him, and there was just a slither of your pride left for you not to utter those aloud.

Instead, you stretched your arms out in front of you and curled your fingers into the soft fabric of the covers, giving you enough of an anchor to try and bounce back onto him. Not that it actually did anything with the bruising hold he had on you.

He snapped his hips particularly harshly and a strangled yelp ripped from your throat. His right hand left your hip and grabbed the back of your neck with force.

He manoeuvred your head so you had no choice but to look back at him, meeting his eye again for the first time since he put you in this position.

“Is my pace not enough?” he asked in a scolding manner. He tilted his head to the side and clenched his jaw, it lasted for a second before it shook itself open with a ragged pant. 

Your eyelids fluttered closed as a particularly well placed thrust had his cock spearing into you at the perfect angle, setting a tingle of flames up every vertebrae of your spine to seep over your skull.

“Eyes on me!” he snapped at you with a breathy voice, and you forced your eyelids to follow his order. He was still your commanding officer, and some habits refuse to die.

His cold blue irises held your gaze with a fierce strength, he dared you to look away again, but you couldn’t. 

His jaw was set under a stubble he wasn’t going to shave, the muscles and tendons in his neck strained with every buck of his hips, and a singular bead of sweat trickled down his jugular.

This wasn’t physically exerting him in any way, he was a strong and agile man, but the furrow of concentration in his eyebrows matched with his tongue darting out to wet his lips, told you he enjoyed fucking you as much as you enjoyed letting him.

The incessant creaking of the bedframe and the bang of the headboard against the neighbouring wall was the accompaniment to your whines of pleasure, your sounds that harmonised to Chris’ own quiet moans.

His eyelids flickered as his eyes rolled back into his head for a second, “Fuck,” he groaned and somehow increased the speed of his hips, sloppily fucking in and out of you. 

He tightened his grip on the back of your neck and you felt your spine start to bend painfully at every thrust of his hips.

He still had your body memorised inside and out, it was engraved on his brain. He dragged your torso up off of the bed - knowing that if he continued to plow into you the way he was, he would do some real damage to your back which he wanted to avoid - and placed you firmly against his chest.

The change in angle meant he needed to rearrange his hold on you. His arm rested between the valley of your breasts, whilst his large hand tilted your head backwards to maintain that eye contact he so desperately wanted; his thumb secured your head in place with its position just below your earlobe.

Your mouth was so close to his but you wouldn’t dare kiss him again unless he asked. As if you could do anything other than moan and take whatever he gave you, then attempt to dribble out a thank you afterwards.

His other hand left your hip to clasp both of your wrists in front of you, “You’re mine, you know that?” he muttered to you between heavy pants, so quiet that the rhythmic thump of the headboard almost drowned it out.

“You’ve always been mine, and you’ll continue to only be mine,” his voice was louder, more possessive than before as he grit his teeth. You opened your mouth to try and reply but a pathetic whine was your only response.

He smiled savagely at how you melted so easily under his command. He opened his mouth and your heart leapt at the prospect that he might give you what you were silently asking for, but when his teeth bit down on your cheek, you knew the time for being affectionate was nowhere in sight.

His bite wasn’t hard, it was a playful nibble at best, but it would leave an indent of his teeth for the next hour, of that much you were certain.

There wasn’t any time for you to complain over it as the hand, which was still holding your wrists, released one of his fingers so he could circle your clit.

If he wasn’t so accustomed to how your body reacted to him, the sudden jolt of your hips may have caused him to slip out of you and ruin the position entirely. However, as you moved, he bucked his hips and drove his cock deeper into you as he used your own hands to keep you in place.

“You remember how to cum for me, don’t you?” he purred into your ear. You attempted to nod your head but his hold was steadfast, so instead you whimpered in between moans.

The hammering pace of his cock, matched with the speed he played with your clit was a deadly concoction which only ended with you giving him exactly what he wanted.

You could barely control the tremors that rocketed through you. You were on the edge of euphoria, completely drunk on both alcohol and Chris Redfield, so much so that you hadn’t realised the string of high pitched ‘Please’s that you recited like a mantra.

“You can do it for me, can’t you?” he whispered in your ear like a siren call luring you off the boat and into the ocean, “Let go, you can do it,” he praised, but his hand contradicted the soft coo of his voice as he let go of your wrists and traded it for a harsh slap to your clit.

His fingers immediately took up the space that stung from the impact, circling and flicking at you with an intensity you’d known him only to have in the middle of a mission.

You weren’t sure what was holding onto you, but you prayed to every God, Deity and Patron - anyone that would listen - to let you go, to let you fall deeply into bliss with him.

Someone listened. As he lifted his hand for a second time and left three more quick and light slaps against your clit, you felt all the tension your body was holding ramp up and then suddenly let it all go again as you involuntarily clenched hard around him.

It was like your body went into shock at how stiff you became, he knew what came next. The two of you had done this dance so many times that he knew when you were about to miss a step.

The hand that was holding your jaw quickly slipped up to cover your mouth as you closed your eyes and screamed into his palm, your cunt pulsing around his cock and squirt gushing onto the bedsheets in front of you like a fluctuating stream.

You couldn’t control it. As much as you wanted to squeeze your thighs together and stop what was happening, your body physically wouldn’t move - other than the tremor that flooded you.

Eventually, your muscles returned to you and your chest heaved whilst trying to catch your breath under his hand. You thought you were done, but Chris wasn’t slowing down.

He let go of you, only to push you back down onto the bed with his hand pressing the side of your face into the mattress, mere inches away from the mess you’d made.

He leaned over you, the warmth of his chest laid flat against your back as he fucked into you relentlessly. Harder and faster than he had at any point during the night, or during your relationship. 

Every buck of his hips was like a wild animal getting faster and faster as it closed in on its meal attempting to escape his line of sight.

His teeth suddenly found their place in your shoulder and bit down harshly as your soft flesh muted the animalistic moan that climbed its way out of his throat. 

His thrusts were erratic, completely off of any rhythm he’d set previously and he finally allowed himself to cum. 

He swiftly pushed himself back onto his haunches, and pulled out of you in the same motion. Wrapping his hand around his shaft, he jerked his cock until he came with a loud and prominent “Ah, fuck!”, his sticky ropes painting your ass beautifully.

There was a long moment of almost-silence. Only the sound of the two of you separately trying to catch your breath, and the cogs in your brains turning to try and make sense of what had just happened.

Eventually, Chris got up from where he was kneeling on the bed and grabbed a handful of tissues off of the desk you’d nearly destroyed. He wiped himself off your skin and then dabbed himself dry, pulling up his jeans with only a slight jingle of his belt.

You sat up on the bed, stretching your back and hearing a few clicks that you’d certainly feel over the coming weeks.

It was awkward. The same way it was every other time the two of you fell into this cycle.

He briefly made eye contact with you as he handed you your combat trousers and gear off of the floor. 

Defeat. That’s the look he was giving you. Exasperated, and disappointed defeat.

He’d let you in again, allowed you to worm your way into his desires, the same way you had let him crawl inside your chest and rest next to your heart like he’d never left.

It was only ever temporary, these brief moments you’d have together. For a moment you wondered if you could make it work, if there was still a spark worth kindling into a flame between you, but then he looked away. His eyeline setting on the curtains instead of you.

“I'll see you tomorrow for the mission briefing,” he spoke coldly, folding his arms over his chest, but the lint of longing - a hope that you might fight him like you always did, ask him if you could stay the night instead.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” you replied, a stone as hard and stubborn as his own reflecting back at him. 

Once you meant the world to each other; now just a continuous mistake, a toxic habit neither of you could break.

[ficfield]

More than enough

Pairing: Chris Redfield x F!Reader

Request: “reader is slightly chubby/curvy, and Chris is her boyfriend, reader is self-conscious about her body and Chris *comforts* them (*cough cough* sex *cough cough*)”

Plot: Post-Resident Evil Village — Chris has finally taken a break from work and is spending time with you.

I have never done a smut before so if its whack please forgive,

happy reading my lovelies ❤️

The cabin was warm, the fire crackling in the stone hearth as snow piled up outside the frosted windows. Chris had insisted on taking you somewhere quiet after everything, after the horrors of the Village, after losing Ethan, after nearly losing himself.

And you? You needed the time away just as much, but there was always that lingering insecurity that gnawed at the back of your mind.

Chris was built like a damn action hero, all muscle and strength, and then there was you. Softer, curvier. You knew he loved you, he made that clear every day but it didn’t stop the little voice in your head from whispering that you weren’t enough for someone like him.

Tonight, that voice was particularly loud. You sat on the edge of the bed, wearing one of his old t-shirts that draped over your body, your hands absentmindedly gripping the hem. Chris was watching you from where he stood near the fireplace, arms crossed over his broad chest. You could feel his gaze even before he spoke.

“You’re doing it again,” he murmured, voice deep and laced with concern.

You blinked up at him. “Doing what?”

Chris sighed, pushing off the wall and making his way toward you. His presence was always commanding but never intimidating, not to you. He knelt in front of you, hands resting on your thighs, his warmth seeping through the fabric of your shirt.

“That thing where you doubt yourself,” he said softly, rubbing slow, reassuring circles into your skin. “Where you look at yourself like you’re anything less than perfect to me.”

Your breath hitched as he leaned in, pressing a kiss just above your knee before looking up at you. “Chris…” you whisper in a needy tone.

“I mean it.” His hands slid higher, squeezing your thighs with an almost possessive reverence. “I love you. Every inch of you. Every curve, every soft part of you that fits so damn perfectly against me.” His lips trailed up, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. “You think I want some fragile thing that I have to tiptoe around?”

His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. “I love this body,” he growled, pressing a kiss against your inner thigh, his stubble scraping deliciously against your skin. “You think I don’t see the way you shy away when you change in front of me? The way you hesitate when I touch you?”

Your heart pounded, heat rising to your cheeks. “I just…” you mumble quietly, unable to find your voice.

Chris silenced you with a kiss, deep, slow, reverent. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “Let me show you,” he murmured, his hands sliding beneath the hem of your shirt, thumbs stroking the soft skin of your waist.

The fire crackled in the background, but the real warmth was between you and him, his touch, his lips, the way he handled you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

And maybe, just maybe, that little voice in your head didn’t seem so loud anymore.

Chris’s hands roamed over your body with slow, deliberate intent, fingers tracing the curve of your hips like he was memorizing every inch of you. His touch was warm, rough yet careful, the contrast sending shivers up your spine.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured against your skin, lips pressing soft, lingering kisses along the slope of your neck. His breath was hot, his stubble grazing your skin in a way that made your toes curl.

You swallowed hard, hands instinctively gripping the fabric of his shirt. “Chris…” you whimper.

He hummed in response, slipping his hands beneath the hem of your shirt, ‘his shirt’, pushing it up and over your head, tossing it behind him, exposing more of your skin to the fire’s glow. His thumbs stroked over the dip of your waist, reverent and slow, like he was savouring the feel of you. His hands moving up your back to unclasp your bra, removing any barriers between him and what he wants.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he muttered, lips moving lower, pressing a soft kiss just above your collarbone as he slowly slides your bra down your arms and off your body. “Do you know how often I think about this?” His hands moving towards your exposed breasts, massaging the flesh in his palms, “About you?”, he nips at the skin above your tits as he slowly makes his way down the valley of your breasts, kissing, nipping, sucking as he goes. 

Your breath hitched as his lips continued to trail downward, heat pooling in your stomach at the sheer intensity in his gaze when he looked up at you. His eyes were dark, filled with something deeper than just desire, something fierce, protective, devoted. 

He moves down to your soft stomach, moving towards your hips, kissing the stretch marks that litter your skin, “goddamn, so fucking perfect” he moans into your skin.

Chris leaned in, lips hovering just above your skin, and whispered, “Let me show you how much I love every inch of you.”

Chris’s words sent a shudder through you, every syllable dripping with devotion. His lips ghosted over your stomach, his breath warm against your skin as he traced the softest, most vulnerable parts of you with unhurried adoration. “You think these marks mean anything but beauty to me?” His voice was hushed, reverent, as his fingers traced the stretch marks on your hips, each touch sending electricity through your veins. “They tell a story, your story. And I want every part of it.” His lips brushing against your skin as he continues to head down south. 

You let out a shaky breath, fingers threading through his dark hair as he pressed another kiss to the curve of your waist, then lower, his hands never stopping their slow exploration of your body. His movements weren’t rushed, weren’t frantic with need, but steady, deliberate, as though he had all the time in the world to worship you properly.

Chris looked up at you, his eyes dark with something deeper than desire, something raw, unshakable. Love. Devotion. His hands slid up your thighs, fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear, dragging them down with slow, deliberate intent. His lips brushed over your inner thigh as he went, a teasing contrast between softness and the scrape of his stubble. Each kiss sent heat spiralling through your veins, a silent promise in every touch.

His grip tightened just slightly, grounding you, making sure you felt him. “You still doubting me, sweetheart?” His voice was husky, teasing, but there was something deeper beneath it, an edge of sincerity, like it mattered to him just as much as it did to you.

He buries his face into your slick heat, inhaling the scent of you and humming at the satisfaction, his tongue lapping at your folds, slow and deep, stealing the air from your lungs. He grunts at the taste of your sweet nectar on his tongue. He latches onto your clit, slowly circling it with the tip of his tongue in a teasing manner, you tug at his hair in response, he lets out a breathy chuckle and latches onto your clit with a harsh suck, his tongue flicking it repeatedly

Your body trembled beneath him, every sensation heightened, every lingering doubt drowned out by the sheer intensity of his devotion. The heat between you was intoxicating, but what truly stole your breath was the way he looked at you, like you were everything. Like you were his. He swiftly throws your legs over his shoulders and grips your thighs, holding you in place while he devours you like a starving man. The heat within you burning hotter and hotter until you completely burst. Your legs trembling as they try to snap shut around his head, the heels of your feet digging into his back, your vision blurring as you’re completely lost in the pleasure he is giving you. “god!....Chriiis!!” you cry out breathlessly. He releases your clit with a pop and slowly pulls away.

your essence smeared all around his mouth, he catches his breath, smiling as he looks down at you with glazed eyes.

Your hands grasped at his shoulders, silently urging him upward, and he followed without hesitation, his solid frame settling over yours. The moment his lips met yours, it was different, hot and heavy, yes, but also filled with something unspoken. A need that went beyond desire. A need to show you, to make you understand just how much you meant to him.

Chris trailed his lips down your neck, each kiss leaving a path of heat in its wake. His hands roamed your body like he was mapping out every curve, every dip, as if committing you to memory. The slow, deliberate way he touched you sent a shiver down your spine, anticipation curling in your belly. 

“You feel that?” he murmured against your skin, his voice low, gravelly, tinged with something raw. His hands slid down to your hips, gripping them firmly, reverently. “This is what you do to me.” He grinds his hard cock against you, his body a furnace against yours, and you could feel the way he trembled slightly, like holding back was costing him everything.

Your breath hitched as he shifted, pressing more of his weight onto you, grounding you beneath him. He kissed along your jaw, teasing, slow, savouring, his stubble scraping deliciously against your sensitive skin. “I could stay like this forever,” he whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Just feeling you, touching you. Tasting you” His voice was rough, needy, but still filled with that same unwavering devotion.

Chris pressed his forehead against yours, breathing deeply, his hands framing your face as he whispered, “Tell me you believe me.” His voice was rough, but underneath it was something fragile, something that told you this moment wasn’t just for you, but for him too.

Your fingers tightened against his skin, pulling him impossibly closer. “I believe you,” you whispered, meaning every word. Your hands working on ridding him of his clothing, you pull at his t-shirt, indicating that its gotta go, Chris sits up and pulls it off and throws it, not giving a damn where it lands, you then reach for the button of his trousers, you pop the button and pull the zip down, you look up at him with a playful smirk, you pull his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, his cock springing free. Chris hisses as the cold hits his stiff member. 

A slow smile tugged at his lips before leaned in and kissed you again, deep and unrelenting, as if sealing your words between you forever.

And as he held you, surrounded by the warmth of the fire, the weight of his love, you realized that voice in your head, the one that told you ‘you weren’t enough’, had finally gone silent.

Your hands traced over his back, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath your fingertips. Chris was strength incarnate, a soldier through and through, but here, right now, he was just a man. A man who wanted you, all of you. Chris nips at your ear and whispers “you’re so fucking hot, god, you make me crazy” his voice husky and laced with pure lust.

His lips found yours again, softer this time, lingering. The intensity simmered just beneath the surface, but he wasn’t rushing, he was worshipping. The kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against yours in a slow, intoxicating rhythm that left you breathless. He tasted like heat, like something that burned and soothed all at once, and you melted beneath him, surrendering to the way he made you feel.

Chris shifts his body slightly, spreading your legs further apart to accommodate his body better, he grips his cock at the base, giving it a few strokes before lining himself up at your entrance, he looks into your eyes, “you ready sweetheart?”, you nod frantically, your excitement visible through your eyes, he chuckles and rubs his cock up and down your soaked folds, gathering up your slick for self lubrication, slowly pushes in, inch by delicious inch until he completely bottoms out with a grunt. His eyes close and he looks blissed out, your mouth falls open at the stretch. Chris knows he’s a big guy so he stills completely, allowing you to adjust to him. The pain begins to subside and you look into chris’s eyes, you can feel his body trembling from restraint, “you can move” you smile up at him and with that he slowly pulls all the way out before slamming back into you at a force, knocking the air from your lungs.

Chris rests his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your lips. His fingers brushed over your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. “Tell me you believe me,” he murmured breathlessly as he ruts into you, his voice trembling now, almost pleading. “Tell me you know how much I love you.”

You moan softly, lifting a hand to cup his cheek, your fingers grazing the rough stubble along his jaw. “I believe you,” you whispered, voice thick with emotion. “I believe you, Chris.”, you say between panting.

Chris picks up the pace, changing his angles, searching for that spot that’ll drive you crazy, his hand gripping your hip so tightly you’re sure that it’ll leave a bruise later. Chris hits the spot, your eyes clench shut and you moan loudly, he smirks, “found it” he says cockily, he abuses that specific spot, hitting it over and over again until your brain no longer functions, your words making no sense, “mm….ggoood…..s……good!” you whimper incoherently. Chris feels a sense of pride as he reduces you to this state, “good girl, taking me so well” he says as he pistons into you.

Chris exhales shakily, like he’d been holding onto something for too long, and in that moment, you realized, maybe he needed this just as much as you did. Maybe loving you, reassuring you, was just as important to him as it was for you to hear it.

Chris kissed you again, slow and deep, pouring every unspoken word into the way his lips moved against yours. His hands skimmed down your sides, gripping your hips with a reverence that sent warmth blooming through your chest. “m’gonna make you feel so good baby,” he murmured, his voice husky, filled with promise.

Chris begins to lose control, but he needs you to finish before he can, he keeps hitting that spot repeatedly and reaches down with his hand to rub rough circles on your clit, your eyes roll back as you feel your orgasm creeping up at a fast pace, your breathing ragged, your walls begin to tighten around him as you hit your climax, you cry out and your nails dig into the flesh of Chris’s back, the pain mixed with the pleasure proves to be too much for Chris as he hurtles towards his climax too, your tight cunt milking him for all he’s worth, he buries himself to the hilt and stilled as spurt after spurt of his hot potent seed paints your inner walls with a rough grunt, shuddering against your body. His body flops on top of you, unable to move just yet, As he pressed you deeper into the mattress, his body warm and solid against yours, the last of your doubts faded into the crackling firelight.