#luis serra smut

[tarantulasnot]

Please bless us with Luis smut fam

BET!!! I literally love you so much you've revived me. (He's going to be a cocky sub because I said so)

Content warning: oral (m and f receiving), hair pulling, unrealistically sensitive Luis, he's a sub but he's not a total bitch, but he kinda is, dom reader, deepthroat/fellatio, Leon is mentioned

He's so fucking cocky. Luis Serra never failed to drive you up the wall the entire time you and Leon are looking for the president's daughter. If you're killing religiously motivated villagers, his disgustingly smooth voice will resonate behind you. "You sure you don't need my help, Princesa?" Sure enough, you loathed the way the Spanish rolls off his tongue in such a beautiful way. He was a masterpiece of a man if it weren't for that personality of his.

Although, you can proudly say he looked rather nice handcuffed, following you around. Powerless. "Soo, Princesa." That fucking nickname again. "Sancho isn't around now, y'know." It's true. He'd gone into the church to find Ashley while you and the prisoner stayed outside of the doors, on guard. "So how about we have a little fun now that he's gone, hm?" You shake your head, placing a hand on the upper bridge of your nose. "Forget about it, Serra. I don't have time for your shit." His clever grin only grew wider. "Can't help flirting with a pretty woman in uniform." He shrugged, and the Spaniard had the audacity to lift his hands up. "I could do a uh... demonstration- if you untie me, unless you're scared of a man like me-"

Before he could finish, you grabbed him by his face, pushing him against the doors. "Listen, Serra." You spat his name. Instantly, there was a change. A bigger one than even he expected within himself. He gasped and his abdomen twitched with a salacious heat pooling in it. "I'm not scared of you, or anything you even THINK you can do." You exaggerate the word with a little shove, and God if it didn't make him tremble. Of course, he tries to keep his cocky persona, so he resorts to shoving you away with his tied hands.

"Ahh, did I touch a nerve, princes-" Your face turns into a scowl, and you feel the urge to put him in his place. He won't shut up, so you make him. Impulsively, you press your lips to his, and he immediately kisses back, his shoulders slamming back against the wood with the force of your hands keeping him pinned. A groan reverberates from his throat at the force of it. You almost overwhelm him, your tongue pushing past his lips and your hands gripping his shoulders. His hands clench into fists and his hips jerk forwards in excitement. He tries to say something, trying to pull his head away to tease but you don't let him. You chase his mouth with yours, and a knee slips between his legs.

The whimper that escapes him is heavenly, and his eyes squeezed tighter shut. The man is struggling to keep up with your pace. Your knee is relentless, and he finds himself pushing his pelvis against it, gasping a shuddering breath at the sensation. Fuck he's feining for you. He doesn't want to pull away, not really. But he's quickly growing desperate, embarrassingly turned on. He tries to stop the twitching of his hips- but it's just so good.

Finally, you pull away and he visibly slumps for a second. His lips are swollen with the pressure of the kiss, and he looks up at you with upward brows. Once again that smirk is there, ever present. "Couldn't help yourself to my charm?" He wipes his face, and he acts like he's not throbbing with need. You also feel yourself affected by what you've done, and he can tell. Your eyes have a certain light to them, and your breathing a little ragged. You don't even reply.

For a second you look at each other, and then the tension snaps again. You grab his face and he lets you; his hands falling open again before closing and the sweet taste of your lips pervades him. His mouth falls open to let you in, and his eyebrows furrow as he returns the kiss just as desperately. Fumbling with the keys, you undo one of the cuffs, and his hands are on you instantly. He's grasping at your waist, and he's holding on to the concave with a tight grasp.

"Fuck- Princesa..." You curl your hands in his hair, pulling it backwards and his mouth forms an o before his bottom lip gets pulled between his teeth. "Shut up you stupid man." With his neck exposed, your lips latch onto it like a starved woman. Nipping at the side of his Adam's apple before licking the small patch, lips sucking on the skin. He groans, a shiver running through his spine. He wants to say something else, just to spite you. Just to make you do more. However, he doesn't want to risk you leaving him like this. Wanton and pathetic.

He hums in appreciation however as you undo the lapels of his jacket, his hands fidgeting with your utility belt. In response, you grab him by the wrist that's still cuffed. "Ah ah ahh, don't even think about it."

You further part the leather with the slide of your palm, drifting down and under his shirt. "I don't know when your curious hands..." The sentence drones off with a graze over his abdomen, drifting to his belt. "Might want to go somewhere dangerous."

Luis folds mentally, his head rolling to the side and he huffs at the contact, even if it's through fabric. His arousal is pulsing through his body, his heady light and muddled. "You're not one to talk, with- ugh..." His head bows, and his hips jut into your hand. His breathing comes in short puffs, and he rests his forehead on your shoulder. The hot, cigarette tainted breath puffing against your skin. "Mierda, please-" He gasps, grip travelling lower to your hips. Luis relishes in the soft fat of the flesh, and he pulls you closer. "I know you feel it. I can make you feel so good princes-" rambling. All he's doing is rambling as he humps your hand like a depraved dog. His accent thick and hot next to your ear, his lips brushing it with every gasp and groan.

He narrows his eyes as you pull away, and he finds himself devoid of friction once again. However, he's pleasantly surprised when you fall to your knees in front of him. That disgustingly sexy accent rings as he opens his mouth again. "Oh?" His hands card through your hair, and you roll your eyes as you undo his jeans. "If you wanted to service me I could have-" but he's interrupted when you spit on your hand and wrap it around his swollen cock. He bites his lip with a shudder. "W-wait..." He bends over you, his hands grasping your shoulders to ground him. "Give me a second- ff-fffuck!"

Luis cries out as you wrap your lips around his tip, still stroking his shaft at an expert place. Not too fast, not too slow- and the way your tongue is dancing around the brown, aching bulb has him whining in a pitch you didn't expect from a masculine man like him.

In his own mind, he was hoping he'd be able to help himself this time- All the previous times he's slept with women they've all complained about how fast he finished. This time seemed to be no exception.

You knew exactly what to do, how to massage your tongue over the slit in his throbbing head every time a spurt of pre rushed out. The liquid coating your tongue as you slowly took him further into your mouth. Slick popping and squelching escaped the confines of your mouth as you gulp him down eagerly. The noises only spur him on further- much to his own demise. "Aye, dios mio- fuck! I can't- slow down Princesaa... Ah!" You slipped him further down your throat until you felt the heavy, searing heat of him slip over your tongue, over and over again. The flesh massaged by the slick of your muscle. He was falling apart above you, his thighs trembling as you pinned them to the wall. Saliva dribbles down from your lips to your chin as you sputter around him, taking him further with every bob of your head.

"Oh my God- too good. Too m-much!" His eyes roll back in their sockets as you relax your throat and bury your nose in the fuzz of his happy trail. Luis can feel the tightness of your cavern even still, and he can't help but buck weakly forwards. His cock fills your mouth completely, your slick muscle drawing back and forth on the underside of him. "God! Fuck! You're amazing- oh! F-fuck... I'm close pequeña, please! Please don't as- hmmngh!" He can't help it. His abdomen flares with heat as he cums in your throat, his eyes closing and tears pricking his eyes at the heat of it all. His balls twitch and so does his cock as he spills everything he has. "Fuck- I'm so sorry-" You pull away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

"Aww, is poor, strong, Luis sensitive?" You mock him, and his face blooms brighter. He covers his face with his hand, clammy and hot as he comes down from his rapidly approached high. "Don't say that- I can't help it." He shrugs, but his pupils are still dilated and his hands are shaking.

"Well I sure as shit didn't do that for free so..." You undo your belt, letting it fall to the ground around you. Luis gets the hint instantly, and he drops to his knees in front of you. He presses his forehead against your lower stomach, his hands shaking as they trail over your hips and thighs. He's practically worshipping you.

"I wouldn't expect anything less mi corona." He whispers, his strong hands pick you up by your thighs, creating dimples in the supple limbs. Fuck if his hands weren't the best things you've ever seen in your god damn life. He was clearly older, and they had a bit of hair on them, but they were thick. He looks down at the glistening folds in front of him, and he gulps. He can feel the rush of familiar fire in his lower stomach, and he twitches to life again.

"I hear Spaniards are very good with their tongues." You suggest, entwining your fingers in his chestnut locks. He looks up at you, his downturned eyes are just so pretty like this, and you feel his breath against your entrance. "I can give you a demonstration."

He doesn't wait for you to reply, he parts you with his tongue before his lips attach themselves to your clit, and he gently sucks on it before his heated tongue grazes the bud, flicking it and rolling it with his tongue before lapping underneath it, his nose, fuck... He's doing all kinds of shit.

I wouldn't be the king of unfinished fics if I continued. I LOVE THE REQUESTS THANK YOU I WILL GET TO THE REST PRETTY SOON I THINK <333

[maekendia]

how would wesker, leon, luis react if they saw the reader wearing a mini skirt or a low-cut outfit?

headcanon pls 🥺🥺

love you

i love you too! hope you enjoy. :)

~ 18+ MINORS DNI ~

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Leon

Leon gets so nervous anytime you wear anything revealing.

LITERALLY STARING.

You tease him so much, bending over and adjusting your top.

“Please, come here.”

He makes you sit on his lap.

He whines every time you shift slightly.

Eventually he gets tired of your teasing.

He makes you ride him with the skirt still on.

Wesker

“Who are you wearing that for? Huh?”

Undressing you with his eyes.

He pulls your skirt up to look under.

“No panties? slut.”

He picks you up and practically throws you onto the bed.

As soon as you hit the bed he’s immediately undressing you.

“You’re gonna be a good little slut for me.”

Luis

“Espléndida”

He smiles so wide.

He literally cannot stop looking at you.

Practically drooling.

He kisses you all over telling you how gorgeous you look.

Him worshipping your body.

The skirt doesn’t stay on for long.

[konigbabe]

Neddy husband Leon?or Luis at morning

YES, but also; Why not both?

❥• NSFW below the cut (x gn!reader); divider is mine

NEEDY HUSBAND LEON who stumbles into the kitchen, still sleep-ridden with eyes barely open; chest exposed to the chilly morning air and pajamas barely holding onto his narrow hips. His back and arms still shows remnants of your night (and morning) activities. Only to see your sleepy form fumble with the kitchenware; ready to start preparing breakfast for both of you (it’s your turn now, he did it yesterday). His body is pressed against your back within a breath – all hard and solid – with lips sealed around that spot underneath your ear. Fingers slithering underneath the shirt, finding the wetness and his cum still slickening your hole. All ready to be used.

“What’re you doin’?” you ask; yet your legs – seemingly of their own accord – part wider to allow his touch to wander.

“Getting breakfast,” his voice still touched by slumber. Hair brushing against your cheek as he fishes his cock out, gives it a few tugs before feeling your walls suck him in eagerily. Breakfast long forgotten as your body surrenders to the gentle, lazy roll of his hips.

or;

NEEDY HUSBAND LUIS who refuses to release you from the embrace of your shared bed, even hours after waking up. Wide awake, he has your drowsy form pinned beneath his own – legs draped over his shoulders, the tension in your hamstrings mirrors the intensity of his languid yet fervent thrusts. Fingers locking around your wrists on either side of your head, buried in the softness of your pillows as he pivots into you.

With each drive of his hips, the slide of his cock sparks a sensation that dances through your being. Once-slumberous body awakens further, every slide and brush of his cock against your sensitive walls fanning the flames of arousal. Friction that causes your hips to instinctively rise to meet his, ankles locking over the curve of his neck.

“So tight, sweetheart,” his voice finds refuge in the curve of your clavicles. Licks a stripe up your neck until his teeth graze your chin, “and s’wet,” he continues, nipping at your jawline, “how lovely. And all for me, hmm?”

“All for you. All yours.”

[zer0pm]

Imagine demanding Luis to unlock your chains. When he doesn’t, you take matters into your own hands.

A/N: DID SOMEONE SAY PART 2 OF THIS PIECE?!

You did and I’m grateful for all the love that has been thrown for my work. So here’s me giving some of that love back. Hope you enjoy 🙏

Warning: SMUT AHEAD. Look away, minors! Look away! Avert your eyes from the sexual content! Shoo! Begone!

Warning 2: It’s quite long so mentally prepare yourself.

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“I still didn’t catch your name.”

The cheek on this guy. Using the fact that he holds the key to your restraints as a bargaining chip to become familiar with you. As if he hadn’t just forced you into a partnership with him already. The absolute nerve. You had more important things to do, such as finding Leon and the president’s daughter. And this Luis Serra was effectively wasting your precious time. Well, two can play this game.

You start by offering him an inviting smile before relaxing your hands until your palms pressed flat against his chest. The man didn’t seem to fully register your subtle movement until you slid them upwards, feeling the fine leather beneath your fingertips. The motion takes him by surprise, his eyes following your touch. He then casts an inquisitive glance your way.

“¿Que haces?” Apparently he wasn’t expecting this, convinced that you didn’t much care for him and thus was taken so off guard that he slipped into his native tongue. He must have remembered himself right after as he repeated the question, making sure that it sounded more direct. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” Voice comes out in a low, sultry drawl as you grip the lapel of his jacket with one hand, gently tugging at the material. “I’m about to give you what you want. But I’m going to need you to come closer.”

Once you were certain that you had his complete attention while also making sure that you didn’t lose yourself in the mesmerizing grey of his eyes, you make your move. With your other hand, as best as the chains allowed, you reach for the key that was lodged in the lock of your chains. Disguising your intention, you run your fingers down the expanse of his chest in an explorative manner. This earned an appreciative hum from the Spaniard as he leans his head towards you expectantly.

Too easy.

Mindful not to look down between you two so as to not give yourself away, you lean in as well while also blindly searching for the key. “My name is…” you whisper. His bated breath mingles with yours, the lids of his eyes heavy, grey growing dark in anticipation. Another inch from either one of you and the gap will close. Just as your fingertips touched the end of the key, something warm firmly grips your hand. A sudden chill runs down your spine.

You can hear the reverb of something between a scoff and a chuckle come from Luis’ lips. “Nice try,” he smirks knowingly.

With a strength that catches you off guard, he pushes you away from him. Key in hand. He flaunts the tiny piece of metal before swinging his arm as if he was making a play to toss it aside. In your panic, you jump towards him, shoving him off balance with your shoulder. He breaks your fall as you two tumble down together.

The man curses in Spanish from the sudden pain and you took advantage of this by quickly searching for the key. You spot it a bit of a ways above Luis’ head and use both bound hands to reach for it once more. The chain that links your wrists together are caught by a familiar hand and suddenly pulled down until your hands were restrained between your two bodies once more. You sigh in frustration and the man beneath you clicks his tongue against his teeth.

There is an amused glimmer in his gaze as he speaks. “The stubborn-type, eh? All this trouble over a name.”

You in turn throw him an annoyed glare. “I was going to say the same about you.”

Instead of showing offense, he laughs. “Perhaps we’re more alike than you might think.”

Rather than entertain him further, you try to wrestle against his hold. Luis seemed prepared for it this time, matching your strength, only he had the advantage as he had free reign of his arms and hands. One hand kept your chained hands between your chests, the other gripped at the bicep of your arm, effectively minimizing upper body movement. Out of instinct, you rebelliously wriggle with your hips and legs with the sole focus of getting off of him. However, the man’s longer limbs kept you caged against him and the only thing you managed to do was awkwardly seat your bottom on him, knees bent by his sides.

When you grounded down in your struggle, the man tensed below you. Thinking you have finally one-up him, you repeated the action and noticed he wasn’t nearly putting up as good a fight as he did before. This allowed you to sit upright, dragging his hand with you until his arm extended slightly, and you continued your efforts to be free of him.

Luis’ breath became labored. “Stop.” he commands with gritted teeth, his voice barely above a whisper. When you didn’t listen to him, he moved his other hand from your arm to your hip, squeezing harshly in warning.

“¡Basta! Stop moving!” he growls.

You bark back defiantly, “I’ll get off when you let me get the fuckin-“

That’s when you felt it. Or rather- him. A hardness pressed beneath your nether region. Despite the layers of fabric, there was no mistaking the telling throbbing pushing up against you as if demanding your attention below.

Your throat runs dry but your brain kept sending signals to your mouth. “Ar…. Are you-“

“Sí.” the man had a pained, conflicted look about him, a picture of breathtaking self-control as he kept his body completely still. His eyes didn’t meet yours, gaze locked upon where your hips met as if to keep himself in check and not allow his body’s desires to act out untowardly.

“Surely you know how the human body works,” he tries to sound clinical, face strained in vague distress, “and will not fault me for the involuntary reactions of mine. It already doesn’t help that you’re easy on the eyes.”

You should be chastising him for getting excited when it was neither the time or place and danger was surely around the corner, but bit your lip at your own wave of pleasure upon feeling his arousal pulse. A totally different kind of heat washes over you.

What do you do now?

Neither of you spoke for a moment, a tense silence settling in until Luis breaks it with a forced cough.

“Well, this is- uh, fun.” he says without humor. “Pero, perhaps we can call it even and stop the game here. ¿Sí?”

His words went in one ear and out the other. You were frustrated beyond belief. Fueled by adrenaline and temptation. There was no one around. And you have an impossibly handsome Spanish man between your legs with a hard-on for you.

When you didn’t answer, he spoke up again. “As much as I like this position, I must regrettably ask that you- Whoa!”

As best as you could, you shoot your bound hands straight up in the air. As he still had a grip on the chain link, Luis was dragged upright into a seated position from the floor and his face stopped right in front of yours. The movement caused friction in both of your sensitive areas, mouths could do nothing to stop the groans that escaped them. His eyes open to your heated gaze, confusion and desire swirling in the grey irises.

You breathe, “You talk too much, Luis Serra.”

And it was you who closed the distance. Teeth and tongue clashed in a new battle filled with pent-up energy and lust. Your mind quickly becomes hazy as you allowed yourself to be consumed in his emanating heat and musky scent. A nip at his bottom lip earned you an enthusiastic thrust of his hips, an appreciative squeeze at your bottom rewarded him with a carnal moan from your mouth. The only time you pulled back was for air and the man before you glances between your dazed eyes and bruised lips, hypnotized by your already ruined appearance.

“Are we, uh, still playing the same game?” His question nearly disarms you. You have a feeling he was really asking if you were of sound of mind about this. Your eyes roll reflexively.

“Really going to keep running your mouth?” You then follow up with a roll of your hips, the Spaniard throws his head back with a deep, guttural groan. Dark wavy locks brush against his cheekbones, eyes shut closed. With his thick neck exposed, you steal kisses along his sensitive pulse and stubbled jaw. Another primal groan vibrates from his throat.

“Eres muy mala.” Luis grumbles without a hint of disdain. Rather, when you finally pull back to allow him to look at you, you find him wearing that familiar cocky smirk. “But I must admit, I’m kind of into it.”

A charmer through and through this man is. His next move takes you by surprise.

He shoves you off of him.

As soon as you recover from your initial shock, the dark-haired man grabs you by the chain again and drags you to the far end of the room, further away from the key and exit. Using his strength and your own momentum against you, Luis tosses you forward. Your upper body lands right on top of a wide metal table propped against the dingy concrete wall.

He takes advantage of your momentary state of confusion by forcing your arms to extend towards the wall. It wasn’t until you heard the unmistakable click of metal did you fully regain your senses and look up to see what he did. The arrogant man used one of the wall mounts to lock your chains taut in place. He literally chained your chains. You’re caught in a trap again!

Just as you were about to curse him out, you feel something hard press firmly against your bottom followed by a pair of warm hands settling at your hips and the heat you didn’t realize you were missing came back in throes. You almost wanted to point out how unfair the shift in dynamic was, but all coherent thoughts were thrown out the window when he started grinding into you.

“There,” Luis hums at your apparent silence, “much better.”

Damn him. And he had the gall to say you were bad.

His movements were slow and methodical, like he was testing the waters to see if you were actually fine with this. Your pleased sighs were the signs he needed to continue and go beyond. Next, you feel his curious hands rubbing at your sides over your shirt before he lifts it enough to slip them beneath the fabric. Feeling his skin on yours sent chills throughout your body. His touch wanders, palming at your every curve, line, and muscle and you melted into his hands, encouraging his exploration.

The temperature in the room was becoming unbearably hot. As if hearing this thought, you were pulled up by your torso as far as the chains would allow and felt your back meet his chest. Now, his hardness was at your lower back and you purposefully melded your backside against his straining cock, mentally drawing the length of him. Needless to say, without even seeing it, you were impressed by his size. The man didn’t carry himself confidently without warrant. A soft, almost adoring kiss upon the shell of your ear pulls you from your shameless thoughts.

He whispers hoarsely, “My friend, are you particularly fond of this shirt?”

“What?” you manage to choke out. “Why are you aski-”

The sound of tearing answered your question before you can finish it. Tattered fabric scatters around your feet and the air within the room suddenly felt like soft caresses on your bare torso.

“You didn’t even let me answer!” Your voice sounded more excited than annoyed.

“Lo siento. You were too slow.” Luis presses another chaste kiss to the side of your head. However, you can practically feel his wicked grin. “And frankly, are much too sexy for clothing, anyways.”

Damn, this man was making you feel things.

Despite your skin now bare against the elements, it did little to alleviate the heat building within you. It only amplified when his hands returned to your form, making a slow, sinful journey from your stomach to your upper chest. The pad of his fingers push upon the sensitive buds of your nipples, earning a wanton gasp from your lips. His hips jerk forward at the sound you made, his erection pulsing against your ass, sparking tiny, wonderful jolts of electricity within you. The sensations were making your toes curl.

One hand sneaks back down, his thumb finding it’s way under the hem of your jeans and underwear. His reach teases towards your sensitive spot and you bite your lip in anticipation, wanting so badly for him to touch you where you need him to but your mind too much of a mess to voice it into proper words.

“Mírate,” his warm breath fans against your ear in hoarse, gentle whispers. “Promixa vez… Te quiero llevar a la cama.”

You only manage to translate “Next time…” until the synapses in your brain fire all at once when his fingers began to toy your sex without warning. When his skillful hand deftly undid your jeans, you didn’t know, but at the moment, you didn’t care.

Holy hell. This guy was playing your body like a fine-tuned instrument and your voice eagerly sounded to his ministrations. Your moans and gasps music to his ears. The coil in the pit of your stomach was tightening to the point of snapping as his hand quickened the pace upon your bundle of nerves. He was stroking you graciously while also harshly grinding you into the edge of the table from behind. Your voice was reaching greater heights from the onslaught of overwhelming sensations.

“Last chance, my friend.” Luis growls, barely reigning in his instinct to simply bend you over and have his way with you. “Are we still playing the same game?”

The same question echoes. He asks one thing but really means another. This dashing, infuriating man is asking you if you want to go all the way, past the point of no return. Luis Serra is a stranger. Yet he had the sense and consideration to weigh your feelings in the matter, giving you an choice to opt out even though it would have been so easy to let it lie and let your baser instincts take over. It was almost romantic in a way. You didn’t have to think twice about this.

“Either you fuck me now,” you pant, chains clinking around your wrists, “or I’ll find my way out of these and fuck you myself.”

Luis chuckles lowly in intrigue. “¿Prometes?”

He makes quick work on the rest of your clothing, letting your pants and underwear fall at your ankles. He helps guide you completely out of them. It was probably a strange sight. You completely exposed while he was completely clothed. The only bits of him you can hear rustling is the buckle of his belt and the zipper of his pants coming undone. You were starting to shiver from anxious chills until you felt an arm wrap around you assuringly.

A patient hand gently fingers your entrance, preparing your body for something larger. You eventually move along rhythm of his fingers, goading him to take it to the next level and he acquiesces to your silent request. The heavy heat of his cock that was poking between the gap of your thighs move upwards. Your body instinctively tenses when the head of his member prods against your opening. Luis’ lips pressed against your temple in comfort and finally, finally, he slowly sinks into you. You gasp and he curses.

No amount of foreplay could have prepared you for him. Not all the way in and already you felt so full of him, his cock throbbing against every sensitive nerve inside of you. You whimper in both pain and pleasure and Luis tends to you by wrapping his arms around your middle, planting more kisses along the side of your head right behind your ear.

“Estoy aquí, ángel. Té tengo.”

Like the gentleman he portrays himself to be, he waits for you to relax around him. With great self-control, he pumps into you slowly with a tenderness that could bring tears to your eyes. The initial discomfort soon faded and was replaced by wonderful bouts of sensual ecstasy that has you gasping. Luis keeps up the pace with gusto, nearly pulling all the way out and slamming back into you. The pressure he was piling inside you with every thrust has you screaming to the point that you can feel your voice growing hoarse. Meanwhile, you can hear him moaning his praises for you in his birth tongue. This man wasn’t just talking himself a big game. He knows what he’s doing, fueling his pleasure by ensuring your own. And he was making certain that you chased yours fast.

He pulls out and you involuntarily whimper at the loss of contact. You weren’t left alone for long as he lifts you to lay on your side on the table, your hands forced to rise above your head at this new position. Luis grabs a hold of one of your legs and bends it at the knee over his shoulder, entering your heat once more. Your blood boils fiercely at this new angle, you can see him and everything he was doing to you. And he can see you’re practically rendered speechless with every powerful thrust. At this rate, you weren’t going to last. The fluttering inside your core now popping like firecrackers.

Sweat pours down his handsome face, pupils dilated black with desire for you. “¿Cómo te llamas, ángel? Tell me. And I’ll give you what you want.”

He’s asking for your name again. The catalyst behind this whole affair. “Really bent on that, aren’t you?” you manage to pant out, your lungs barely keeping up with each strong snap of his hips.

“I wasn’t at first, only wanted to tease you.” He groans, his voice finding difficulty to stay level when he’s fucking into you without abandon. “But now- ah! I really want to know. I want to call out your name. ¡Joder! Let me call out your name, mi amor.”

The way he was begging tugged at you deep. Your name was on the edge of your tongue, but your heart was gripped with fear. Fear that if you so much as uttered what he’s asking of you, the spell would be broken and you’d be left unsatisfied. This felt too damn good to risk ruin with sentimentality. So you did what you have been doing best. Prevaricate. And make him want you more.

“Uncuff me. And I’ll tell you anything. Anything you want.”

You feel the vibrations of a laugh rumble deep from his chest.

“Eres tan… ¡Mierda!”

Like a cord finally snapping, the dam breaks and everything building inside spills out with a long, final cry of ecstasy. Stars dotted your vision, for a moment you forgot to breathe as you feel yourself unraveling. Within, you feel him cumming inside as well. Liquid hot ropes painting your insides, leaving you quivering uncontrollably. His hips slow to an eventual stop, his voice coming out in soft, satisfied sighs.

Slowly letting your leg down, Luis pulls himself out and hovers over you, hands flat beside your head. The man peppers your back and shoulders with soft nips and kisses. His stubble makes slow, sensual scratches along your skin as he reaches up to the flesh of your ear, biting onto the lobe affectionately. You turn your head to meet his lips with yours, noting how wonderful his kisses feel. He pulls away slightly to study you intently, varying emotions flashing over his eyes.

“Now,” he started, “about that name.”

Back at this again. You had to admire the man for his tenacity. “Told you already,” you huff once your breath returned to you, tugging at the chains around your wrist. “Remove these cuffs and I’ll think about it.”

His voice cracks in disbelief, “That was not what you said- ¿En serio? After all of that?”

“You’re more than welcome to keep working for it.” The words left your lips before you can stop them and an amused groan escapes from Luis’ own, sending another sinful heat to flow down your core.

“Eres muy mala.” He sighs with a shake of his head. There was no hint of annoyance in his husky tone, a devilish smirk plastered on his face. “Hanging with you- not healthy.”

“Right back at ya.” The remark earned a swift smack on your ass. You almost yelp out of reflex and shifted your eyes to glare at him.

The way he looked at you, however, tells you that he wasn’t against the idea of going again. And truthfully, you were all for it. Luis leans over to capture your lips once more, sweet and filled with promise, while his hand began to wander your body mischievously. The familiar tingle of heat starts to boil inside-

The alarming sound of inhuman groans down the hall jolts you two from your intimate high. Spell broken and you fully take in your nakedness in this increasingly dire situation.

“Get these chains off, Luis!”

“¡Sí, sí! Right away!”

[smutbutoutofnowhere]

fighting the urge to write smut about these mfs

[residentthot]

Asking the Resi Men to wear their gloves during sex 👀

Chris

He would chuckle a little, slightly surprised at your request. He doesn’t quite understand the appeal but he thinks it’s hot that you’re so turned on by the idea.

He would run his hands all over you enthusiastically and turn it into a sensory experience. The feeling of the leather against your skin is soft and supple, and his heart races when he sees the goosebumps left all over your skin from it. He would pay extra attention to your nipples, seeing how hard he could make them and how long he could torture you with little flicks and soft pinches before you begged him for more.

Leon

Immediately understands the assignment. He teases you as he slowly pulls on his fingerless gloves, and takes his time adjusting the leather to make sure he has free range to move all of his fingers without resistance. It’s almost like he’s getting ready for a fight, and when he looks at you and his eyes go dark you know you’re past the point of no return.

He would be a little rougher. Tugging on your hair and sticking his fingers in your mouth so you could taste the salt of his digits mixed with the base of his gloves.

As he thrust into you from behind, he’d grab a handful of your hair and tug, leaning in to talk to you in between huffs- “…You really like the gloves, huh? Does it remind you of when I’m on missions, taking control and being in charge?” All you could do is whine at that point.

Wesker

He noticed the way your eyes glossed over every time he was wearing his shiny black gloves, and it made the wheels in his head turn. As soon as you suggested it, he was on the same page.

He would grip your chin roughly, and force your eyes to meet his. He would tut at you a little bit, and make fun of you for being obviously aroused by this. And when it came time, he would insert his fingers into you, thoroughly enjoying the way your slick juices coated the shiny material and made for easier fingering. It wouldn’t take long for you to completely come undone under Wesker’s ministrations.

Luis

He’s the one who suggested it 😂. He always wants to try new things and experiment, and this was no different. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it before (in detail…).

He’d use his gloved hands to hold your wrists above your head as he kissed all over your face and breasts sweetly. He wouldn’t be able to resist putting a digit or two in your mouth, and he’d be shaking by the time he used his gloved fingers to rub you to completion.

[lynnzelds]

luis serra x f!reader (kintober prompt three - 69)

resident evil kinktober masterlist

wc: 979 words

(tags: 69 position, oral sex (both m and f receiving), handjob, use of Spanish pet names as yours truly is a sucker for them (haha no pun intended), aftercare)

a/n: i learned the hard way that i'm not that great at writing oral sex. so 69 was double the trouble. hope you enjoy nonetheless.

Your boyfriend Luis is always the one to suggest trying new things in the bedroom. One day, he walks up behind you as you’re next to the bed changing out of your work clothes. He nuzzles his head in your neck while wrapping his arms around you and whispering into your ear, “Need you.” And then he says in his strong Spanish accent, “Can I eat out your sweet pussy while you suck my cock? Please?” It’s so sudden that it catches you off guard, but you can’t resist his sweet sultry tone and the way heat immediately rushes between your legs.

Now you're positioned above Luis on the bed, the duvets pooling around your hands and knees as you stare down at his cock. It’s already hard, tip shiny from precum. Although you already know how big he is, it looks even more intimidating up close. Luis grabs your hips–rough fingers against soft skin–and lowers you onto his lips, a gasp slipping between your own.

“Don’t be shy, querida,” he coos, “put all of your weight on me.” You do as he says, carefully lowering yourself further until you’re absolutely sure you’re crushing him. But he simply hums in contentment into your soaked folds, the vibration making you squirm. 

You wrap your hand around the base of his cock and do the same with your lips around his tip. The bitter taste of his precum fills your mouth, but you ignore it and swirl your tongue around him teasingly. The corners of your lips curl upwards as he moans and jerks his hips upward a little. You’re careful not to graze him with your teeth as you continue to take more of him, and you groan a bit as his cock pushes your jaw further open. Meanwhile, his skilled tongue swipes along your folds, causing your mouth to tighten around him. He groans into your clit in response, making your body quiver. 

The room is silent, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the harmony of your moans as your mouths bring each other pleasure. You curl your fingers tighter around the base of his cock, pumping your hand on the part of him that doesn’t fit in your mouth. “Mmph–fuck,” he mumbles into your folds, the sound of his voice muffled. 

He then gives your thigh two quick light taps, signaling that he needs air. “Your pussy tastes like heaven,” he says quietly as you lift your hips up slightly. He then pushes you back down onto him forcefully, eager for more. His tongue, once gentle, now laps at you like he’ll die without your taste. His tongue nestles deep within you, and you inhale sharply through your nose. Your wetness is like a special wine to him–he finds himself drunk on it, needing more. 

A wave of bliss washes over you as he moves his tongue in and out of you as fast as he can manage. The heat between your legs grows, building up to a crescendo. You grind your hips down into his face gently as you focus on bringing him more pleasure in return, hollowing out your cheeks, moving your mouth in tandem with the strokes of your closed hand. 

Your thighs quiver, and Luis can feel your walls convulse around his tongue.  You try to focus on sucking him off, but his mouth leaves your mind a haze. You can barely think straight the moment he slips his hand between you and his mouth, two fingertips rubbing circles on your swollen clit. He takes pleasure in the fact that your body squirms above him. You moan louder, your voice muffled by his cock, and he hums a melody of pleasure in response to yours. He lifts you up a little and says, “That’s it. Come on my tongue, princesa,” before lowering you and continuing his assault with his tongue.

That’s when you release his cock from your mouth as you let out a loud cry, your body twitching in pleasure. Your essence oozes out onto his face and he eagerly laps up as much of it as he can. With your body still shaking, you use your hands instead to pleasure him, a closed fist stroking him at a now quicker pace. Luis groans into your cunt as he continues to tongue-fuck you through your climax, and once you come down from it, it’s his turn to finish.

Your heart still pounds in your chest as you take Luis into your mouth once again, increasing your intensity in an instant. His cock twitches the moment he feels your warmth engulfing him, and you have a feeling he won’t be able to hold back much either. So you give it your all, sucking hard and bobbing your head up and down. He groans, allowing himself to let go as his hot seed fills your mouth. You cough and gag, trying to take as much of his cum but failing as some of it spills back down his shaft. You pull back from him a bit, lapping up at what’s left of his fluids as he rides out the last of his waves of pleasure.

“You did amazing, amorcito,” he pants as you shift yourself back around to face him. He reaches out, wiping his cum from the corner of your lips with his thumb. “Te amo tanto.” The words alone aren’t enough to express his appreciation for you. He sits upright, and a bit exhausted from your orgasm, you nuzzle your face into your shoulder, your body limp. “Come on, love, let’s get you showered,” he says, lifting you up and carrying you towards the bathroom. “Then we can order out. And then, when we finish dinner…”

He sets you down in front of the bathtub, his naked body pressed against yours.

“I can fuck you properly on my cock.” (it just hit me that reader doesn't say a word in this. not that i mind, but i find it quite amusing)

kinktober prompt list by @flightlessangelwings

[lorebite]

Thots of WebcamModel!Leon and WebcamModel!Luis have been gnawing in the back of my mind for a while. I couldn't choose writing only for one so please have both of these thirst driven blurbs.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ Minors DNI. Cursing. Gender neutral reader. Use of butt plugs and handcuffs. Masturbation. Demands and instructions.

             𝑃𝑅𝐼𝑉𝐴𝑇𝐸 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐿𝐸𝑂𝑁

When the page first loads, the upper half of his body fills the screen, cutting off just where his waist ends. It takes a moment for him to incline backward and reveal his face, a small timid smile quirking his lips. He sure looks pretty – a vivid contrast to his sinful physic that made you salivate when you caught his profile for the first time.

“Hi,” He offers a bashful wave, cheeks glowing red. You offer a greeting in return.

You bite your thumb and your lips twist suggestively behind the cloak of your hand. This isn’t what you’re usually used to but his gentleness already endears him to you. Though he seems almost nervous; his eyes shift back and forth across the screen as if in search for something. 

The bed creaks as he squirms ever so slightly, one hand pressing down on the mattress while the other curls into a fist against his thigh. He isn’t completely naked yet; however, his tight boxers leave very little to the imagination. His cock bulges through the fabric, the tension already at its peak.

“Is this your first time?”

The question catches him off guard and his eyes widen. The blush sinks deeper to his ears; you can easily catch it with the golden sunlight that filters through the window of his bedroom and washes over his face. A cordial smile soon replaces his initial surprise. 

“That obvious?” His fingers begin to caress his thigh aimlessly. You can’t tell if it’s intentional but the movement is sensuous enough to hasten your pulse. “You’re my – you’re actually my first private client. I’m still getting the hang of things.” 

You have spent enough time on this side of the screen to know exactly what you sought whenever you sat down at your desk for an hour or so to yourself. Though it isn’t often you treat yourself to such a thing. But you’re glad you did today. Leon looks absolutely delicious and that alone is roiling your thoughts, filth seeping forth through the crevices of your mind. You don’t mind offering some assistance.

“How’s your day been?” He asks all too politely and you resist a chuckle. 

“A lot better now that I’m here.”

He smiles again, his eyes lidded dazedly as he hooks his lip between his teeth. His hand begins wandering higher on his thigh until it’s hovering just above the impressive tent in his underwear. He’s already leaked through the fabric.

“Mmm, but we haven’t even started, yet—” Pausing, a small frown forms at his brows. “What’s your name?” 

“(Y/N).”

He purrs your name, rolling it around his tongue slowly as if to taste it and by hell it sounds much sexier than you have anticipated. Your core grips with aching heat at the small moan his voice reduces to. He’s breathless when he speaks again.

“Do you wanna know a secret, (Y/N)?” 

You hum in agreement. 

“I’ve had a plug in this entire time.” He slides back and forth against the bed and his face contorts with need, thighs twitching. “Do you want to see it?”

“Fuck. Of course.”

He slips a thumb behind the waistband of his boxers, tugging it down slowly to reveal the sharp dip of his v line. That is enough to make your breath knot in your throat as you wait for him to slowly unravel.

Your eyes follow his hand as he frees his flushed, swollen cock from the confines of fabric and he heaves a grunt, head lolling back heavily on his shoulders.

“How do you want me?” He asks. His eyes meet yours again through the screen.

“Bend over the bed.”

He nods and turns, spreading his fingers down on the mattress and then his legs; his full ass seizes your screen and the black hilt of the plug is next to catch your eye. Leon turns to speak over his shoulder.

“It vibrates, too.” He fingers the toy and pumps it once, drawing a tight-lipped moan out of himself; a visible urgency to his action. “I need to cum so bad.”

“No. Not, yet.”

Leon nearly lurches when he hears the words, eyes blowing wide with shock. He stammers an incoherent objection but he quickly quiets, remembering this is solely meant to be for your indulgence after all.

“Touch yourself. And turn around. I want to see you.”

He nods again and seats himself back down on the edge of the bed, his fist clenching around his cock. His hand glides over his length listlessly, his confidence suddenly spoiled. He eyes the screen and awaits your order.

“Like this?” He tries, voice already hoarse.

“Aha. A little faster.”

His breath quivers. “Fuck—I’m gonna cum way too quickly like that.”

The grin that splits your cheeks apart ignites a fluttering heat in the pit of his stomach. The way you watch him makes him shrink into himself. As if your razor sharp gaze can peel meat from bone. 

You prop your chin against the heel of your palm and bite your pinky through that wolfish smile. Leon pants heavily. His legs shake and his hips jerk of its own accord. He can barely hold your gaze as his arousal mounts mind numbingly fast.

He’s close. You can see the telltale signs break upon his pretty face. But he keeps at a steady pace, adamant to satisfy your request. 

“You can turn the vibrator up, Leon.”

It’s adorable how he doesn’t hesitate even for a second to reach for the remote on the bed and up the speed. His head falls back immediately, bright eyes glossy, mouth permanently agape with the string of moans that tips off his tongue without a moment’s break. 

“Can I go faster? Please. I’m so fucking close.”

You stifle a chuckle as you listen to him whimper and struggle, taking your time to give your finishing response. 

Leon stares wide-eyed at you. His lips flutter as if he means to speak; to protest your cruel silence or to beg for sweet mercy – you can’t tell. But no matter. You’re ready to make your next and final demand.

“Mhm—hmm. You can cum.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

It doesn’t take long for him to gush into his hand after that and he comes with a soft trembling cry, his eyes rolling back into his head.  

His hand gradually slows over his cock until the small content moans on his lips turn to silent gasps of breath. Then he smiles. All worn and spent. But it’s a lovely look on him – how he looks so disheveled after following such small orders into fruition.

“That was – you were great.”

You return his smile. “You seem to get a kick out of getting told what to do.”

His shoulders shift in a lazy shrug and his eyes drop to the ground. He doesn’t say anything but his blush deepens and that’s all the response you need. He raises his face again only after an instance, chewing his lip.

“I’d like to see you sometime again. If you want.”

“Sure,” your smile grows crooked, eyes turning mischievous. “I don’t see why not.”

             𝑃𝑅𝐼𝑉𝐴𝑇𝐸 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐿𝑈𝐼𝑆

You have been a regular of Luis’ for a while now. A staple presence in the circle of his loyal clients. However, it has been a while since the last time you booked a private session with the absolute charmer of a man. To say you’re aching to see him again is an underestimation.

You’re already logged on once the hour strikes for your session to begin. You bite your lip as the call connects and a smile spreads to your face once Luis appears on the other side of the screen. The shadow of a smirk dances coyly over his lips, his clear eyes two burning points of gravity swallowing you whole.

“¡Oye! I knew I recognized that name.” He beams. “Here to blow off some steam again, eh?”

He’s dressed in a dark satin robe though the knot around his waist is so loose, you can see his skin show through the fabric as he lounges on the edge of a lush king-sized bed. His face silhouettes against the pink strobes as a faint bluesy song plays in the background of his bedroom. He dances his fingers along his chest, wrapping them around his neck. A showy moan rolls off his tongue.

“I’ve been so pent up, you know.” He drawls. “I was hoping to catch you tonight. You always make so… interesting requests.”

The words burn with flattery in your cheeks as you fight not to squirm in your seat. Luis is completely aware of the effect he has on you. The playful smirk that widens across his lips is all the evidence for it.

“I missed you, too.”

“Such a charmer.” He grins. “Say—what you’ve got for us this time, huh?”

You lean back in your chair, tongue prodding your cheek as you ponder the question briefly.

“Do you have your cuffs?”

He slides his hand over the velvety bedsheets to the silver coils sitting just within his reach. His fingers hook inside one and lifts the article in the air, his smile turning wickedly suggestive.

“I want you to handcuff yourself to the bed.”

He cocks his head. A sharp look of amusement flashes in his eyes. “I like your thinking.”

He stands and his face disappears out of the frame. His fingers clasp onto the lapel of his robe and pulls it away, almost unveiling himself before he makes a pause. Craning his neck down, he meets your gaze again.

“‘Suppose you don’t want this on, too. Right?”

“Definitely not.” You giggle and Luis’ eyes twinkle with mischief.

The lustrous fabric glides off his body and sinks to the floor. You swallow when his body seizes your vision; eyes locking onto the deliberate movements of his hands as they rove his skin – from thighs to his chest, swaying seductively to the soft tune that continues to play in the corner of the room.

He kneels on the bed with the handcuffs still in his clutch. One by one, his wrists slip inside the metal restraints and eventually, link to the headboard. Once he’s done, he turns to face the computer screen, lips caught between his teeth.

“What now? You have me at your mercy – but do mind. Be gentle with me.”

He hardly sounds convincing. If anything, you’re tempted to believe he’s even taunting you. That nearly inaudible giggle he muffles against his arm as he presses his mouth to his skin is proof enough.

“I want to see you fuck your bed.”

“You want to be cruel, eh? I want to see you, too. Not really fair, if you ask me.”

“Luis. Please.”

He breathes an exaggerated sigh. “Fine. Have it your way then.”

Luis lies down on his stomach. He doesn’t hesitate to begin moving his hips, lifting them up and rolling them back down against the mattress. The first contact coaxes a delirious moan out of him and he has to stop for a moment; a low curse rushes through his gritted teeth. Then he slowly resumes and his pace is already maddening.

He moans and he whines. His cock spurts precum and soils his bedsheets but he ignores it as his entire body writhes yearningly. The movements are so hard and desperate you can hear the springs squeak through the speakers. It isn’t long until you give into temptation and start touching yourself as well.

A groan slips from Luis when he hears your soft moan. His hips falter momentarily as he stops again to take you in, lost in the binding throes of pleasure, before he continues with a newfound vigor, fueled by your wordless encouragements. His eyes flicker to his screen every now and again to watch you. He can feel himself slowly come undone.

“I’m so close.” He whines. “Will you cum with me? Please—please cum with me.”

He pants harshly, grinding down onto the bed with erratic force. You mumble your acknowledgement though you can hardly hear yourself through the heated turmoil of your mind as you hurtle towards your orgasm, head growing light, vision fading to dark.

When the taut twist of pleasure breaks free within you, Luis follows you as well. He fills your ears with his piercing moans, spilling a mess all over his sheets. He curses and stills as he catches his breath and you watch the uneven rise and fall of his back become more relaxed as your heart slows to a steady rhythm.

“¡Oye! That was a personal record.” He raises his head to grin lazily at you. “You will ruin me for others soon if I’m not careful with you. That’s no good for business.”

But of course, he surely isn’t going to turn you away the next time you a book one on one session with him again. If nothing, he accepts you eagerly. Maybe a little too eagerly. 

[bitbugbites-re]

𝙵𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌é | 𝔏𝔲𝔦𝔰 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔞

His lap makes for a better chair. Fiancé Luis AU

c.ai link and j.ai link

gender: fem! user

cw: NSFW // ermmmm feelings i guess? having a loving relationship?? and whatever else you type in???

a/n: the j.ai version may try to use Spanish vernacular but without the tildes. So if the bot calls you "Mia" instead of "Mía," or anything of the like, I am SO sorry.

Typically, he was the one to be making a move on you.

But now? You're the one who's got him leaning back against the wooden dining chair, his patterned tie loose around his unbuttoned collar, and his wavy hair stuffed back behind his ear.

He hadn't even been able to finish the dinner you made for him, the heat still emanating off of the fatty meats, flavorful rice, and rich vegetables. He had only been able to sit down and stuff down a couple of mouthfuls before you started eyeing him up, laying your arousal on thick.

You had wanted him all day. From the moment he rolled out of bed shirtless this morning, to when he blew up your phone with "I miss you" texts on his lunch break, to when he walked in through the door with a bouquet of fresh roses for you that he picked up on his way home after work. The roses weren't even for any special occasion, he just wanted to do something nice for you--that was one of the best things about your fiancé, Luis. He never stopped trying to romance you, no matter how long you had been together.

Tonight, though, you were the one romancing him. You started with simple flirting at the dinner table, and when that flew completely over his head, you moved on to getting closer to him. Namely, closer as in straddling his lap with your arms exploring all around his upper body.

With an excited, but curious look, he questioned your suddenness with a joke. "Get bored with your own chair, eh Princesa?"

[wjehfshs]

More of my deranged antics

All of them at the same time :3

(Edited the post to add Carlos bc it was originally just Connor, Leon, and Luis but I couldn’t resist adding Carlos)

[h0t-v0dka]

I want leon x reader x luis smut so badly

PLEASE, SOMEONE WRITE IT

[tarantulasnot]

Please send me requests oh darling mutuals I will write just about anything for just about anybody please please please I need inspiration. It can be smut, angst, fluff, limes, lemons, grapefruits, frittatas, the god damn pentagon just PLEASE it can be character x character, it can be gay, lesbian, threesomes, they can be real people they can be self inserts it can be about ME for all I care just PLEASEEEE

[maekendia]

Send me requests for res characters!!

I need ideas.

[matchalilly]

Finally, I found Carlos and Luis together, but I can't very well share the love for...reasons.

Just know they are both on their knees.

[grnherbs]

lil update on who i take (smut or drabble) reqs from incase you're unsure!

joel (tlou)

coriolanus snow (tbosas)

katniss everdeen (thg)

mike schmidt (fnaf movie)

leon kennedy (re)

albert wesker (re)

luis serra (re)

chris redfield (re)

mirage (apex)

nathan drake (uncharted)

obi wan kenobi (sw)

anakin skywalker (sw)

din djarin (the mandalorian, sw)

logan ‘wolverine’ howlett (xmen)

scott ‘cyclops’ summers (xmen)

javier peña (narcos)

f1 -

sebastian vettel

mark webber

carlos sainz

lando norris

oscar piastri

mick schumacher

jenson button

& there's probably more I've forgotten about oops! but just ask and worse case scenario i don't know them lol

i am also open to darker content so don't be afraid to ask!

<3 ily all

[smutbutoutofnowhere]

WILLIAM BIRKIN HEADCANONS

NSFW

he’s very intimate with you while sex he loves you so much like every single thing about you turns him on

he looks very soft but he’s actually very kinky inside and will show this side the more comfortable he feels around you

i feel like he enjoys sex a lot A LOT like it becomes very often

like i said in the beginning everything about you is a turn on to him like how you look when you wake up in the morning with your tank top and underwear or wearing an apron with your hair tied up showing your beautiful neck while cooking for him even when you’re wearing your glasses while you work tugging your hair behind your ear

he enjoys fucking you anywhere in the house in the kitchen on the counter or table, in the bathroom in front of the mirror, in the living room while you’re trying to watch tv etc

my man gets horny easily basically

gets you lingerie every time he goes out like while passing by the store seeing something and imagining you in it and literally drooling about the idea ending up getting too many stuff because he wants to see how you would look on each one before ripping them off you

a very big panty thief

if you’re away to visit your family or for work he would use your underwear to masturbate and gets them dirty with cum so when you come back you might face the issue of having less clean panties and wash a bunch because he sometimes forgets to clean them afterwards

expect to get your ass squeezed a lot like you guys are out on a walk with some tight shorts or while you’re making breakfast or dessert also hugs from behind is often too but doesn’t stay long before he gets hard and humps you

also he watches porn when you’re not around like again away for something like imagining blindfolding you and using toys on you while your hands are tied up or maybe spanking you until your ass is all red or dressing you up in kinky costumes such as nurse gets very into the role lmfao

has breeding kink and the idea of you carrying his child with your round belly and swollen breasts is sending him to the clouds if you do get pregnant get ready for some overstimulation (eating you out especially) and if you do start lactating he’s gonna suck them tiddies and squeeze them

on holidays get ready for sex like maybe two times a day around the house fully naked or if in a hotel maybe in the spa (if you guys are alone) he also likes risky sex probably because his dick wont stay still or at the beach in the sea making out away from people

also dont worry about any scars or etc on your body like i said before he worships your body as if you’re a god/goddess literally everything about you from head to toes is beautiful to him

if you’re younger than him he likes the college student teacher kinda shit or like your inexperience turns him on

he is insecure about himself actually because if you’re young there are many attractive people with better looking bodies but as soon as you reassure him that you love him as much as he does and giving kisses from his little belly to his happy trail to his aching dick (giving him a few kisses on there too especially on his pre leaking tip) he’s in heaven

that reminds me that he LOVES blowjobs like giving him head while he’s doing something on the computer or checking documents sucking his length and balls he swears he can see the stars he looks down with a sweaty face and pulls his shirt up to get a better view he smiles uncontrollably and holds your cheek then slowly tugs your hair and moves your head the way he desires and bucks his hips deeper into your throat while he shakes with his orgasm and seeing you swallow and swipe that one drop drooling from corner of your mouth with your finger and sucking it in is just incredible

lastly lazy morning sex is his thing before work he wakes up horny and then rubs himself to your back and wakes you up eventually before fucking you sleepy and hitting that one gold spot in you to give you amazing orgasm

also his dick is like average (don’t be fooled he can use it very good and fuck you dumb) and have blonde pubes shaves them but eventually forgets sometimes because of his work

i wrote this like it was my duty lmfao anyways thats all folks