#resident evil 4 smut

[sinsofnivan]

I looooveeee how you write krauser! Could you write maybe something with krauser where he gets dominated? I need pussydrunk! Krauser in my life 🫶🤤

you're my drug! — JACK KRAUSER x YOU! — SMUT!

SUMMARY: head empty. just your pussy. 

TAGS: use of rope, submissive krauser, pussy drunk krauser, edging, teasing, he literally just wants to eat your pussy out, size difference, dubious consent (he likes it TRUST), 69ing, he cries/dacryphilia. 

WORD COUNT: 1354

A/N: 'm not very good with writing submissive men, (im too much of a bottom/sub if its not obvious) i hope this wasn't too bad!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

the headboard creaks as krauser squirmed in his restraints. this was ridiculous—he shouldn't have agreed to whatever you had planned tonight. he wasn't expecting y'had the guts to actually tie him up, let alone use a cock ring on him and edge him for about an hour now. but here you are, seated beside him, busying yourself with toying with his girth.

"baby, please."

he croaked, hips bucking upward into your hand. "hm?" you purred teasingly, a thumb running over his leaking slit. his whimper echoes in your bedroom. "y'can't do this t'me—i can't, ah!" he's stumbling over his words when you begin to pump his cock in your hand again. "why can't i?" you tilt your head, watching your boyfriend squirm from your touch. "'s . . ngh! not fair," that was bold coming from him, and you only chuckle mischievously as you dote on his sensitive tip. 

spit drips from the side of his slack-jawed mouth, feeling so sensitive despite not cumming yet. "fair? but you do this to me, babe." you cooed, leaning close to him and pressing a quick peck on his lips. krauser was more than eager to kiss you back—with tongue—and whined when you left him hanging. your eyes gaze back at his cock, with veins protruding more than usual whilst pre dripped from the crown of his dick.

as per usual, your fingertips weren't even touching as you pumped it. it wasn't enough. wasn't like his babygirl's tight cunt. his cock twitches at the thought of your pussy. "fuuuuck . . " he rolled his eyes, chest heaving and letting sweat drip on his chiseled body. "just want your pussy, baby, please,” pleads your boyfriend, attempting to touch you but was reminded that he was tied down. you cruelly trail down a finger on his girth, down to his balls; krauser’s breath hitches in his throat, eyes affixed to your frame. shouldn’t turn him on how someone smaller like you could hold much power over him. “beg.” you began to gently knead his balls in your hand. it never failed to make krauser grunt and wail.

“pleasepleeeaaaaaaaase, baby. need your pussy, i need it! h, haaaaaah . . . ”

he’s not sure why is it twice as pleasurable—perhaps the effect of the cock ring—but he couldn’t stop moaning pathetically when you’re stroking his cock with your other hand. can’t even form proper thoughts, just you. “pleaseeeeee, fucking—god. pleaseplease,” he practically whined. “jus’ give me your pussy baby. i need it so so bad—!” he could feel his orgasm creeping up on him fast, probably from the rapid pace of how you jerked him off. you could feel him twitch and pulsate against your palms, whines getting more and more high-pitched. “Y/NNN . . ” he hissed through grit teeth. just as he was about to cum, you withdrew from him—and his hips jut upward, chasing the bliss that you deprived him. he whimpered, cock painfully twitching as more pre leaked from the tip. but hey, he was begging so, so nicely. you ought to grant him a request or two. he was happy that you were stripping—he wishes he could get his hands on you. y’looked so gorgeous . . . —and even happier when you shift over to his face, cunt completely bared to him. fuuuck, your smell—it drives krauser crazy. with a hand on his chest, you shift positions again 'til you were practically sitting on his face.

he quickly lapped up your pussy (more like made out with it, to be honest.), grunting as he finally gets a taste of you. he wanted your cunt to wrap around is thick cock—feel the warmth of your carnal embrace—but beggars can't be choosers. you technically still granted him what he wanted. so as long as it was you. he'll always want you.

you use his chest support while your hips roll on their own, grinding that pretty pussy on his scarred face. his nose is nicely pressed against your entrance as his mouth worked on your clit, trying to have his tongue flick up and down on it. "fuck . . just like that," you groan, letting your eyes close as he eagerly ate you out like a good boy. it suffocated him just a little, but god, he wasn't complaining one bit. "mmh . . . mffff . . " 

you whined at the buzzing of his voice, continuing to practically ride his face. he could feel his dick twitch against that stupid silicone ring, neglected and throbbing. "touch me," krauser whimpered, words completely garbled and almost unintelligible. he hopes you heard his prayer even with a mouthful of your cunt. "pleashee—bab–mhhff. pleashee," he'll even suck on your pretty clit! just please touch him, pleasepleaseplease—

there's a loud cry coming from him as soon as your hand wraps around his cock, hips involuntarily jutting up as sobbed against your pussy. he would have muttered out a thank you but it just feels so, so good! can't babble properly when his tongue's busy with lavishing affection on your clit. you eased forward, guiding his cock in your mouth. krauser's ministrations momentarily stop as he gasped, body convulsing with the pleasure. 

"mhff! hmppff!" he groaned against your cunt, ministrations coming to quick halt. "keep making me feel good." you demand him, and he only hummed, but began to flick his tongue against your clit again—albeit sloppy. he's more eager now that the pleasure was reciprocated—he just wants to be good and be rewarded . . ! you tease the slit with your tongue, and krauser feels himself shudder. it's heaven to feel your mouth finally wrap around his cock, and you didn't waste any more seconds as you began to bob your head up 'nd down on his girth, fucking your mouth against him. 

you could only take half of his length in this position, but he didn't seem to mind. so as long as his cock was enveloped with the warmth of your mouth. "hmff . . mm!" krauser groaned, obscenely smothering himself with your cunt as his tongue explored you. your taste was so addicting—can't think about anything else. you could only groan and huff against his cock yourself—eyes rolling back from the sensations. your tongue runs over the prominent veins, streaks of his pre dripping on your tongue. 

your cunt twitches against his face, and you yelped when he began to eagerly suck on your clit again. the sight before him—dripping cunt all lathered in his spit and twitching, aching to be filled—loves it so much. you're both just groaning, rendered speechless while your mouths worked wonders on the other. it was much harder for krauser—whose muffled high-pitched cries signaled an early orgasm. how couldn't he, after you teased him again 'nd again. his hips stuttered, spilling a lot of cum into your mouth. he whimpered, tugging and clawing on his restraints while his back arched. "y/n," he grunts against your pussy. you chuckled, taking in every drop without hesitation. "—s, shlow down, fuuuuuuck," still, his ministrations continue. his tongue keeps haphazardly lapping at your clit.

and you, ever so sweet, keep nursing the sensitive slit and dragging out every second of his orgasm with your tongue.  his legs—also tied down to the bed—kicked, and krauser's eyes are rolling to the back of his sockets, completely fucked out, and you haven't even fucked him yet. "y , y/n, pl, pleashe—," he sobbed, voice dripping with desperation and need. he can't tell if he wants you to stop or keep going, and neither can you. it's a shame you're missing the view, but those pretty tears streaked down his cheeks, alongside your arousal and his spit.

you keep your focus on the tip, cheeks indenting as you sucked with the best of your ability—and a premature orgasm follows suit from his initial release. he s/creamed, body instinctively trying to get away from intense stimulus, but he can't. he can't escape you. his cock painfully spasmed against the cock ring, still erect, still leaking cum. "can't—! pl, pleashee—, no more," his eyes widen when you return to sit on his face, this time, your pussy pressed completely against his scarred mouth—muffling all his protests, his pleading. your hands are back to being wrapped around his cock again, pumping mercilessly.

"what was that? can't hear you,"

end.

A/N: ANONNIE I'M SORRY I SWEAR I TRIED I CAN'T WRITE SUBMISSIVE MEN EVEN IF I TRIED

[softmaki]

c/w; gn reader, he calls you doll once, choking but not really, manhandling, fwb dynamic, pent up leon, dry humping, a bit ooc so I’m sorry for that, some dirty talk, if I missed any lmk!

thinking about roommate!leon, who you’ve somehow found yourself in a fwb situation with. you’re still unsure how this situation came to be. but you don’t find yourself complaining about that when you have your roommate come home from work, all frustrated and annoyed, and knowing you’re in for an interesting ride.

his hands find purchase tightly on your hips as soon as the door slams shut behind him and he manages to find you in your shared kitchen, lazily reading the back of a box from which your snacking on. your eyes widen in surprise at his urgency, pushing the box further away from yourself and swallowing thickly.

you don’t say anything. his hips push you into the counter as his own come behind you, a huff escaping his nose as his hands knead the flesh of your hips in his hands. the edge of the countertop digs into your skin, the coolness of the granite top biting in a soothing way. your palms flatten out against the countertop, pushing yourself straight up to feel his chest against your back. your head turns to the side, and your eyes lock with his own blue ones.

you know the cloudy look in those eyes. fuck, you know what’s gonna happen.

“is this okay?” his voice is rough. he’s impatient despite being so close, and even despite his frustration he wants to be sure you’re okay with him doing this. his hands grab harshly at your hips as he rolls his hips into you involuntarily, lips rosy and bruised from how hard he’s biting at them.

“yes.” breathless. it’s always been okay if it’s him.

he doesn’t wait for anything further. his lips crash onto yours, the angle awkward as your neck strains to the side enough to make the messy kiss feel relieving. it’s urgent, animalistic, and sloppy. one of his hands disconnects from its rightful place, a meek escaping your throat shortly before he grabs your neck with the stray hand and gently squeezes. it’s not enough to cut off the flow of blood, instead he rests his hand on you as if you’d disappear if he’s not holding you tight enough.

groaning against you, his lips detach from your own. that earns a disappointment whine from you, though your caught off guard as the hand on your throat moves to rest on the back of your neck. his hand pushes your neck down to bend you over the counter. his other hand leaves your hips and finds itself grabbing your arms and pinning them behind your back.

“y’don’t even know how long I’ve waited for this, doll.”

his breath is hot on the shell of your ear, and his words earn nothing less than a wanton moan out of you as his hips roll into your ass. the friction you both finally feel is what you assume heaven to be.

he’s rough and demanding. the pace of his hips only picks up the longer your held in this position. from the corner of your eye you can see his rugged face as his teeth leave marks on his lips, jaw falling open every few moments to release a quiet pant that makes you envious of the air that drinks in his sounds instead of your ears. the hand from your neck snakes down to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up enough to grab at the soft skin below it instead, a guttural moan escaping his throat as his hips roll against you harsher.

“fuuuck, baby. need my cock in you now. fuckin missed this hole. can’t take it anymore, need’ya now.”

you’re tugged out of the hazy state the pleasurable friction left you in, finding yourself flipped onto your back on the counter with leon slotting himself between your legs. he doesn’t struggle with the belt in his fingers and the metal clanking of the buckle against the tiled floors reverberates in the kitchen.

your mouth salivates, hands rushing down to remove your own trousers.

a/n; long time no see! i’m so sorry for the year long hiatus. if it was a crime to be erratic in posting i’d be in for life. this is super rushed and not checked, so if there’s any spelling errors lmk! i’ve been super starved of fic ideas or anything of the sort and feel like my writings not up to par. feel free to suggest anything I could work with, and if I disappear for another year or so please don’t hold it against me 😭🙏

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fandoms: jujutsu kaisen, spiderman atsv, fnaf, re4, codmw2.

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ㅤ ↓ 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 (𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓) ↓

FRIDAYS🩸 we welcome our fellow monster fuckers into this territory! deadly creatures preying on their victims, serving their lustful fantasies with wild, animalistic urges! your arousal and fear may provoke them further, so beware of the woods…

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟒𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ❞ starring GHOST!LEON KENNEDY (re4)

who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead… and ghosts?

⚠︎ CW: mentions of stalking, slight ooc leon, angst, hurt/comfort, haunted vacation home, voyeurism, paranormal activity, sex with a ghost, gentle → rough smut, mirror sex, switchy!leon, 1980s setting.

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟖𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 ❞ starring WEREWOLF!MIGUEL O’HARA (atsv)

during the bloodmoon on halloween, your werewolf boyfriend feels a rapacious urge to knock you up.

⚠︎ CW: established relationship, miguel in heat, rough sex, soft sex, marking, biting, possession, breeding, knotting, impregnating, degrading/praising, power struggle, multiple orgasms, 1980s setting.

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟐𝟓𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 ❞ starring RYOMEN SUKUNA (jjk)

a camping trip you planned with your friends turns out to be a total nightmare, all caught on camera…

⚠︎ TW: suspense, horror/thriller themes, gruesome murder, gore, ritual sex, demon sex, satanism, sadism, betrayal, teratophilia, size kink, double penetration, plot twist, ib the blair witch project (1999), 1980s setting.

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SATURDAYS 🍷 the depths of hell fall on this dark and gloomy city bound to corruption and sin, known as the devil’s playground! lurking within the streets beholds the prurient reigns of terror that which may also arouse parkland guests…

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟓𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ❞ starring NANAMI KENTO (jjk)

with you and your boyfriend being a regular at this fancy restaurant, the owner became very fond of you…

⚠︎ TW: cannibalism, chef/restaurant owner nanami, poisoning, murder, infidelity/cheating, eventual smut, kitchen sex, unprotected sex, jealousy, dark obsession, slight stalking, gore, mutilation.

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟐𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ❞ starring WILLIAM AFTON (fnaf)

as the new intern and your boss developing a dark obsession over you, he feels the need to corrupt you…

⚠︎ TW: dubcon, mind control (glitchtrap virus), sadism, murder, psychological abuse, manipulation, predator/prey dynamic, implied age gap, degradation, eventual rough smut, mentions of vanny mask.

𖤐 𝐎𝐂𝐓 𝟐𝟔𝐓𝐇: ❝ 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐄 ❞ starring CHOSO (jjk)

accidentally bringing a girl back from the dead may have been horrifying, but falling in love with her..?

⚠︎ CW: horror/romcom themes, implied necrophilia (NO intercourse), college au, accidental ritual, romance, mentions of murder, suggestive smut, inspired by lisa frankenstein (2024) and corpse bride (2005).

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FOR OUR HALLOWEEN SPECIAL . . . not only are you immersed into the stories of our attractions, you get the real experience of being a parkland guest having a fun time at Horrorland with friends! but as thrilling as it all sounds, there are many scandals and articles of what really goes down…

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flirting has become a common fear response when encountering hot masked scare actors chasing you at halloween events. this scandal covers a parkland visitor fawning over the hot scare actor in the Deathgasm haunted house, König, resulting in them flirting and sneaking off together…

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⚠︎ 𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨��𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬. 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. ⚠︎

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[nyctophiliq]

✮ ┆ SUCKING HER TITS. ada wong, claire redfield, jill valentine

— “I wonder what has you so riled up.” content warnings.               mdni, nsfw content, breast/nipple play, breast worship, fingering, grinding, use of petnames

author’s note.                 omg enforcermoss is posting again??? after promising fics they are surprisingly back into business and actually posting something??? yeah, I am so enjoy :)

✮ ada ;

sucking ada’s breasts weren’t always a gift, most of the times it was a way to shut you up because after a tiring day at the council she wished for nothing but your company and silence, which was challenging to achieve. she truly adored you, everything about you was her favorite thing, but if her kissing you until you ran out of breath wasn’t going to shut you up then your mouth stuffed with her breasts surely would. not that you ever caught up on all this.

so, there was no surprises why you were here, a small hum leaving you as ada pulls you on her lap, palming your chubby cheeks as your kiss swollen lips latch onto her chest. you nip the pink nub, gently tugging with your teeth, biting down ever so slightly on it just to hear a few of her little praises. you suck it, cheeks hollowing before letting the pink flesh go with a quiet pop. your free hand massaging the other mound, squeezing harder little by little to feel more of the fat ooze between your fingers.

one thing to know about ada’s breasts were that they often felt sore, the long hours spent in her corsets and bras, tits squished half their size to fit into those elegant dresses she loved so much. it was unsurprising when her breath hitched, gripping on the fabric on your back as she leans back in on the arm rest of the couch. your hazy gaze meets her arousal coated one, her thighs clenching when you grope both of her breast at the same time, leaving crescent shaped bruises. ada lets out a sigh as your tongue runs over the burning marks, head falling onto your shoulder with another low moan.

“ah- that’s a pretty mouth put to good use.” ada murmured as her hands danced along your spine before digging through the roots of your hair, kneading your scalp, and playfully pulling you off of her nipple. watching your little desperate act of trying to fill your mouth with her chest again, she lets go of your head and wraps her arms around you, her head falling back against the chair.

✮ jill ;

“need something?”

there weas a slight tease in jill’s voice, putting down her black ink pen and pushing aside the papers she was filling out after a smaller mission and looked down at you. straightening your posture in her lap you start to babble some sort of response, it was entertaining to watch you try to keep your composure while squirming on her fingers. she watched your eyes roll back as you came, and adorable little cry escaping your before falling against her.

“I’m… I,” you tug her clothes, crying out and try to beg but your mind is so foggy, too weak to even form words. but you shouldn’t worry, jill knows exactly what you want, do you think she hasn’t noticed? you gnawing your fingers, dipping your fingertips into your mouth while she pumped hers in and out of you? she sucks her teeth before pulling her fingers out of your pussy, offering it to you like it was the finest piece of cake in all of raccoon city and it’s a sigh to see you wrap your lips around them, feeling your tongue swirling.

this was just to keep you occupied and stuffed as she tugs her shirt out of her pants, freeing her breasts for you to enjoy.

“go on, don’t be shy honey.” she whispered into your ear as she pulled her fingers out of your mouth and reached to wipe them in the little cloth set on the corner of her desk. you latch on her nipple right away, hungrily sucking and nibbling on it. a sigh leaves jill’s lips, toes curling in her boots when you bite the sensitive flesh, tongue brushing over it soon after to take care of the vicious ache. she throws back her head, groaning shamelessly as you hollow your cheeks around her nipple.

your drool covered jill’s nipple, humming pleasantly against the soft flesh when you hear her heated breaths and snuffed moans. your hand came up to cup the underside of the tit that was currently filling your mouth, squeezing it the slightest before letting it go with a pop. it takes a second for you to get your breath back, staring at her slightly reddened areola before switching to the other breast and give it the same loving treatment.

“that’s good, just like that princess.”

✮ claire ;

you’re so confused when she draws you onto her lap and pulls her shirt up, taking your hand in hers and puts it over her exposed breast. her fingers guided the pad of your thumb to caress the fleshy nub, back and forth, gently pushing down on it and when she lets go of your hand she tucks your hair behind your ear.

“what if we try this now, hm?” claire asks and you nod, gulping slightly before dipping your head, sticking out your tongue and licking one of her nipple. you go further and lightly suck on it, feeling it get stiffer under your lips and hearing claire coo as it did. your hand moved upwards the slightest, pushing claire’s breast up along with your movement, continuing to lap at her nipple as you spread your legs the slightest, pressing yourself against claire through your shorts.

she grins as you do so, enjoying every second of the texture of your tongue pressing against her stiffened nub. she can feel herself getting wet, chuckling as she drags your tongue over her nipple before closing your lips around it and sucking gently. it’s obscene how good it feels, your mouth attached to her breast, making her hands shake and legs shake a little.

your free hand comes up to her other breast, jiggling and squeezing it before pinching the nipple between your fingers before opting to roll it between two of your fingers. claire shuddered in pleasure at the harsh touch and as the tip of your tongue circled her areola. when you felt that her nipple was firm enough you pulled away, pressing slight kisses against the pink flesh before sucking bruises into the pale skin of her chest.

“keep going, you are doing so good sweetness.”

[antidesire]

im willing to sacrifice all my limbs for you write leon putting reader in a mating press

woahhh woah ethan winters, let’s keep all our limbs in tact

disclaimer.. afab!reader x leon s. kennedy. 18+ only! p in v, mating press, dirty talk, praise, biting, pet names, size kink implied, creampie, don't be like them, use protection and practice safe sex. feel like my writing got sloppy at the end, i apologise.

reblogs and feedback are appreciated. requests are open

“mating press?” you heard your boyfriend repeat, acting oblivious. blood quickly flowed straight to your cheeks, making them burn red,

“yes, it’s like a position, in bed, y’know..” you tried to explain, rather coyly.

leon laughed, which only caused you further embarrassment, your arms crossing over your chest and lips pressed together firmly, “it’s not funny.”

“it’s not, i just think it’s cute you still get all shy. baby, if you wanted me to turn you into a damn pretzel or wanted me crawling around on my knees in circles, i’d do it for you.” he cooed, mockingly as he cupped your cheeks.

“ugh, shut up, you’re such an asshole.” you groaned, jabbing his chest and swatting away his arms, suppressing the laughter bubbling in your throat.

you both had managed to make and maintain trust and comfort with exploring and talking about your sexual life, it made things much more exciting- not that it was ever dull, to begin with, but something about this all had made you become much closer, feeling like you both knew each other more than your own selves.

which is how you both found yourselves on the bed, tangled limbs and tongues, your fingers clawing at his clothing until they found grip on his belt, “m-mh, get off.” you huffed, almost scolding the leather holding his pants up, hearing leon chuckle against your ear amidst open mouth, wet kisses he was adorning your neck with, teeth grazing along your skin.

he was making it hard for you to rid him of his clothes- which you found quite unfair considering you had barely blinked and you were left in nothing but your jewelry, slick bastard.

his hips were grinding down on you, rough denim pressing against your bare cunt which had your body reeling upwards against him, “leon, help me out here.” you whine pathetically as you tugged his belt from his loop holes, throwing it aside somewhere amongst your pile of clothes.

he grumbled something- probably grumpy he had to turn his attention away from you, pushing himself up he raised his arms to tug his shirt over his head, your eyes wasting no time darting to the expanse of his bare chest, next came off the rest of his clothes in a haste.

“god, you’re so handsome.” you spoke your thoughts aloud, fingertips reaching out to rub along his stomach, over the bumps of his physic that all his years of training rewarded him with.

if you weren’t so distracted with your own advances you would’ve noticed the warmth that reached his cheeks, and his throat bobbing.

“I want you so bad.” your fingers curled into the flesh of his hip, legs parting until they clasped around his back, pushing against him with all intents to have him as close as possible, to entice him.

he could’ve sworn he felt all the blood rush straight down to his cock, evident by the way it twitched and the way his pearly pre cum sat pretty at the tip, “you’re gonna drive me insane.” he sighed out.

you would’ve laughed but the way the head of his length was rubbing past your puffy warmth and nudging your clit made your head feel fuzzy. your fingertips trailed from his chest up until they reached his shoulders, squeezing onto them in an attempt to retain some composure.

“please..” you breathed out quietly, nails dragging down his back just to scratch back upwards, feeling the goosebumps form on his skin.

to leon, there was nothing prettier than your sweet pleas, the way your features softened but your body lurched towards him and your fingers gripped any inch of his body they could get ahold of.

“i know baby.” he hummed, lips pushing against yours, you leaned up a little, eager to kiss him back with just as much passion, the taste of him your favourite thing in the world.

leon's arms ducked under your legs, lifting them upwards a little before his hips pressed flush against the lower back of your thighs, sheathing his cock inside you easily thanks to how soaking wet you were, “oh, leon..” you mewled, hand tangling in the long lock of his hair, squeezing his body into you.

“so warm.” leon squeezed onto the pillow beside your head as he began rocking his hips, back and forth, steadily at first, feeling your tummy flutter, that deliciously stretching feeling of adjusting to his size, how your body has gotten used to him, shaped exactly to him, for him.

“feel good, hmm sweetheart?” he pushed himself up a little, propelling your legs until they folded on each other, squished to your chest before lifting your calves to rest over his shoulders, “comfortable?” a smile tugged at the corners of his lips which had your heart fluttering.

“mhm, comfortable.” you squeezed his arm reassuringly before glancing down, looking between where the both of you were connected, the way you could see the bulge of him pressed against your tummy, drifting your hand down to push against it, “keep going.” you encouraged him, fluttering your eyelashes up at him.

leon’s eyebrows were furrowed and his tongue dashed out to lick over his lips, watching you beneath him like this was making his cock twitch inside you and it took every ounce of his sanity to not lose it all. he eased his hips back before stuffing inside you once again, leaning down to push his weight against you, the back of your thighs against his chest as your feet bumped in the air with every bounce, the bed frame creaking in tandem.

the tight, confined feeling of his weight pushing against you felt delightful, your body filled with leon, your mind, thoughts and heart swelling with him. you couldn’t move the lower half of your body an inch, not even a squirm, as close as he already was your arms flew out to crush him further into you, hugging him as close as possible, feeling his breath on your cheek- your own breath turned into small heaves, the air feeling like it was knocked out of your chest as he fucked you into the mattress, pussy squelching around him.

“i’m not going anywhere baby, this pussy is all mine to use, you’re all mine.” he gushed out, his arm reaching past your head until it settled on the headboard, tight-fisted grip making the wood creak and with every thrust it obscenely crashed into the wall.

“this what you wanted sweetheart? you’re so fucking obsessed with me, just can’t get enough..” he grunted, every pump of his hips getting more and more erratic and you could barely even form a sentence in your own head let alone babble coherent words.

“too much? i can slow down?” he teases, drawing out his words, chuckling when your eyes flew open in a panic,

“no, n-no—“ you gasped when he pushed flush against you, cock pressed so deeply inside of you, a strained squeal sounding from your throat, “oh my god, leon.” you cried out, “i love it s’much.”

that’s all he needed to hear, hips continuously slamming into yours, not even giving you time to catch your breath, your body bounces shallowly beneath him, clutching on to his arm before you turned your head to bite down on his wrist, hearing him hiss through his teeth.

“fuck!” he groaned, “i can feel you sucking me back in every time i’m not deep in your guts.” he chuckled out in bliss, finding the feeling out of this world, something he’ll never get enough of.

teeth marks were imprinted on his wrist when you let up, salvia glistening on your lips, eyes squeezed shut as you concentrated on that bubbling feeling at the pit of your stomach, “m’ so- oh!” you squealed when he changed the angle of his hips, somehow drilling his cock even deeper inside you, “leon!” you cried, legs over his shoulders spasming and your soppy, abused pussy was clenching around him as you climaxed, arousal coating his length, leon not letting up in his relentless pace, knowing you could take it.

he got whinier, higher pitched as he got even closer and closer to release, his pleasured sounds were oh so heavenly to you, especially in the state you were in, even though your ears were ringing and oversensitivity was kicking in, he was the most gorgeous precense.

his thrusts became sloppy, messy, and he buried his head against your neck, taking the opportunity to weakly reach up to his head, tangling your fingers through his hair and dragging your nails along his scalp, “cum baby, i want it so badly, please.” you pressed gentle kisses to his cheek.

“baby, you feel.. so, so good.” he muffled against your neck, feeling the way his hips stuttered before his hot release spurted out, filling you up. breathlessly gasping out at the feeling, you let him push into you over and over again to ride out his high, your nails still dancing along his scalp, occasional tug of his hair.

“mmh..” he panted out, eyes fluttering back open as he fell on top of you, wincing at the way your muscles ached, but you struggled to tell him to move yet, he was like a tired puppy all of a sudden, nose nuzzled into your neck and soft warm breaths fluttering along your skin, his arms maneuvered to around your waist in a strong hug.

“baby, as much as i love you so much, can we do this with my legs, not in the air.” you heard him muffle a laugh against you before pushing himself up, letting your legs relax back down on the bed.

“if i clean you up can we cuddle and take a nap?” he stretched his arms upwards before rolling his shoulders back.

“how could i ever say no to you?” you giggled, leaning up on your elbows and pressing kisses to his face.

“i don’t know, guess i’m just the best boyfriend ever- not to brag or anything.” he shrugged his shoulders, followed by a dumb wink.

[poisonedprose]

can you write leon taking readers virginity? <33

₊˚✧ say yes to heaven — in which leon takes your virginity

leon kennedy x afab!reader

warnings: 1.5k words, smut, established relationship, pet names (baby, pretty girl, bunny), curse words, virgin sex, body worship, unprotected sex, p in v, praise, breeding kink if you squint, borderline obsession, mentions of porn, a little bit of self consciousness

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Leon's hands ran all over your body, fingers grasping at the loose clothing you wore. You were sitting on his lap, your legs on each side of him. His lips were on your neck, leaving harsh redish, purple spots that you were definitely going to have to cover later, but you didn't mind. Your hands tracked through his hair, small, occasional gasps of pleasure falling from your swollen lips. 

"Oh, baby." He whispered, his voice so breathy. "Need you so bad." His desperation took you by surprise. Leon was never forward with this sort of thing, knowing you would tell him when you were ready. He was so nervous to fuck something up with you and he never wanted to push you into something you didn't want, but he was far past a hunger for you that was able to be tamed.

"We don't have to do anything, just need something off. Please." He looked up at you, pupils blown wide as he spoke, his voice whiny and desperate. His hands slipped under your shirt, waiting for you to tell him if he could take it off. "Okay." You nodded and before he slipped the shirt off you, he kissed your lips quickly as a thank you. 

Once he lifted the shirt over your head he knew he was fucked. "God, look at you." He admired while his hands sat on your hips, just above the waistband of your shorts, his thumb rubbing soothing circles. His eyes roamed all over you, your chest, your stomach, and even your thighs, which he could see just a bit more now that your oversized shirt was discarded. 

Blush arose on your face, confidence but also self consciousness flowing through you as Leon's eyes continue to dart over every single part of your body. He's seen you in low cut shirts before, crop tops, tank tops, really he's seen it all but seeing it all while you were sat so prettily atop his lap was clouding his mind.

His gawking continued, leaving bites and bruises on your exposed skin. It was all too much for you, your cunt aching to be touched. "Leon.." You whispered, your voice coming out whinier than you would have liked. 

He looked up at you, his pupils still blown wide. He was scared that he'd made you uncomfortable but when he saw the look on your face, he knew what you needed. "Are you sure?" His hands slid around to rest on your back, gently rubbing it as some sort of comfort for whatever reason.

You nod before speaking. "Please." It was all the confirmation Leon needed. He lifted you off him gently, laying you on your back. He reattached his lips to yours. One of his hands pulling down your shorts, rather aggressively at that. 

He wanted to be gentle for you, but need was coursing through his veins. Every part of you was invading Leon's mind. Your scent, your warmth, your voice. Every single part. You were driving him past the point of crazy. He needed you so bad and he was finally going to have you tonight. 

"You don't know how much I need you, pretty girl." He had called you that special pet name on countless occasions, but this time it sounded better, dirtier coming out of his mouth. His fingertips graze your skin as he hovers over you, his lips inches away from yours, tempting you with a kiss.

You didn't really know what to do next. Your ideologies of sex only being based on porn, which you knew would serve you no help. You decided it would be best to just let Leon take the lead, which he was doing just fine at, with his lips now on your neck. 

You knew Leon was experienced. It didn't threaten your relationship or anything extreme but there was always just the thought floating in the back of your head but now that you actually decided to have sex with Leon, the thought was slowly pushing its way forward.

You were drawn out of your thoughts as Leon lifted himself off you and pulled his t-shirt over his head. You could never get sick of looking at his abs. A small smirk forms on his face as he watches you look over his torso, taking in the sight of him that you love oh so much. 

He doesn't say anything as he goes back to his previous position of hovering over you, a smile on his face as he kisses you. "I love it when you look at me like you wanna eat me up." You could feel your face heat up as Leon laughed lowly, obviously enjoying the look of surprise on your face from being caught.

"Adorable." He mumbled before going back to attacking your neck with kisses, his fingers dangerously close to your cunt. His hand rested on your stomach, his fingers gradually getting lower. It was almost like Leon was doing it on purpose, teasing you for his enjoyment.

You gasped when Leon's fingers finally slid over your clothed cunt, applying the right amount of pressure on your clit. You rolled your hips into his hand gently. "Feels good, bunny?" His voice was soft and breathy, a smile on his face as he looked at you. You nod and continue to roll your hips to create friction. He almost wants to let you do this all night, letting you work for your orgasm, but he decides he wants to be nice. 

He slips your panties down, basking in the glory of finally seeing your perfect pussy. He lets out a groan at the mere sight of your soaked cunt. “Oh, fuck, baby.” He praises as he slides his thumb through your folds and landing at your clit, sloppily rubbing circles over it. You gasped at the feeling, Leon’s fingers feeling better than yours ever could.  

Leon’s hips stuttered into the mattress, it was clear he was enjoying this just as much as you, if not more. “Shit, I need you so bad, bunny.” He whined. You’d never seen Leon so desperate for you. “Can I please fuck you?” He asked sweetly in contrast to the request.

“Yes, please, Leon. I want- I need you in me.” His hands quickly retracted themselves from your body, almost reluctantly, immediately pulling down his pants and boxers. You watched intently as pumped himself a few times. Watching even more intently when precum dripped from his delicious cock. 

He coated his cock with his precum, trying to lubricate himself as much as possible to avoid hurting you too much. Your cunt clenched around nothing as the thought of Leon fucking into you crossed your mind. You’ve fingered yourself before among other things but you knew nothing would compare to Leon’s cock pumping in and out of you.

He resumed his position of hovering over you, one arm beside your head for support, with his hand resting on your head. His other hand held the underside of your thigh as he lined himself up with your entrance. "Tell me if it hurts too much, or if you want me to stop, okay? Can you do that for me, bunny?" His voice was soft, still desperate and whiny, of course. "Yeah, I can do that." You whispered, anticipation making your hips buck to feel his cock between your folds.  

He groans under his breath before laughing at the sight of you so desperate for him. He gently pushes inside of you, going slowly, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. You whine gently and Leon's hand is quick to land on your side, rubbing soothing circles before he's completely bottomed out. You let out a shaky breath, your eyes closed as you adjust to the feeling of Leon's cock. 

You can feel Leon's hand move away from your head and instead grip the pillow you were laying on before choking out a broken whimper. He lowers his head to your neck. "You're so- so fucking good. Fuck, I- does it hurt? Can I move now?" He rambles, tickling your neck as his lips brush your skin with every word. You nod, too far gone already to trust your voice. "Use your words, pretty girl." He mumbles as he begins kissing your neck. "P-please move, Leon." 

He doesn't waste another second. He starts off gentle, pulling out and pushing back into you just hard enough to make the both of you feel good. His hands roam all of your body, admiring every single part of it and if you were in a cartoon, hearts would replace his eyes. It was your turn to rest your face in Leon's neck, your arms wrapped around his shoulders. Your nails dug into his back ever so slightly but he didn't mind.

"Taking it so well f'r me, baby." His thrusts got rougher by the second, but he was still careful not to hurt you. Your whines and incoherent mumblings fueled him, made him want to pump you full of his cum for hours until you were too sore to move. "You're doin' such a good job, bunny." You clenched around him, making his hip stutter as he let out a guttural groan. You wondered why you waited so long to do this, waited so long to feel Leon's cock stuff your pussy whole.

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[lacybunie]

adieu, mon dieu!

“forgive me, father, for i have committed the biggest sin of all!”

pairing: afab!reader x re4r!leon

warnings: smut, virginity loss, blasphemy, dub-con, inexperienced/pure reader, religious reader, manipulation, cum eating, creampie, pussy slapping, pet names, breeding kink, slight choking, crying during sex, age gap mention (reader is 19 while leon is 27), fingering, porn with plot (?), bit of ooc leon

note: first time writing hence why it’s so long :3 also wrote this based on leon saying “i’ll give you a holy body” in re4r bc nobody freaks out over it like i do

“holy mary, mother of god, pray for us sinners.” the prayer is muscle memory. a smile adorns your face as you walk out of sunday mass with your family. oh how you cherish the time spent in god’s temple. you would not have it any other way. this small, quiet town in washington homes jesus freaks like yourself. where every summer, all children through teens spend their time at church camp. cross necklaces or rosaries are worn around the necks of bypassers and neighbors. you feel as though you are blessed with such a life.

so when leon appears in your life, you think you’re the most blessed girl alive. as the two of you go steady, he starts attending church with you and listens to the word of the lord with you in his black jeep. he listens to your prayers and readings of the bible. leon couldn’t be anymore perfect. “our heavenly father has blessed me with a man who loves me.” pink hues flush your cheeks as you smile giddishly during confession. “do not let temptation fool you.” the priest on the other side taunts, almost as if it’s a warning.

the people of the church disagree with the relationship you have with leon, the eight year gap between you two. more so, they dislike leon. they tell you he is not a man of the lord, he is a walking sin. they share their stories of glancing at him during mass and how he’s appearing to hold back laughter, how he doesn’t actually consume the blood and body of christ, how his eyes are filled with something evil. you choose to not believe them as they don’t know leon as you do. “he is nothing like that, sister olivia.” you defend during sunday lunch, biting your tongue. “you have found the devil in a lover.” sister olivia spews with disgust.

her words are a distraction during your date, echoing and bleeding into the grooves of your brain. “sweetheart?” leon calls as he catches your zoned out state. your eyes connect with his, you break yourself out of thought. “i’m sorry, i was just lost in thought.” you apologize, gleaming with a shy smile. the warmth of leon’s hand engulfs yours across the table, the cold silver of your ring turning hot. “i was asking if you would want to go back to my place after this?” leon repeats what you had muffled seconds ago.

“i’ll have to ask my dad first.” you embarrassingly respond as pinks heat your cheeks. there’s limited privacy with leon, daytime stays at his home with an hour max limit and once every two weeks only. your father implemented this as a way to keep a better peace of mind. “c’mon sweetheart, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” leon persuades with sugar on his tongue. the veil of orange from the candles illuminating the table is covering his face, you might just burst from the ethereal beauty he holds. he’s saying something color-coded yet it’s muffled as the tidal wave of his eyes are drowning you. “okay.” you mindlessly respond, leon faintly smirks.

the little skirt you wear is almost halfway off while you and leon makeout on his couch, something you shamelessly leave out during confessions. you keep your hands on his broad shoulders while he dangerously lingers his hands at your hips and thighs. you think you’re seeping through your panties as you feel a wet patch forming, making you feel bothered. “i feel weird.” you pant between a kiss, lungs aflame from the little oxygen you grant yourself. leon pulls away with furrowing eyebrows, “did i do something wrong?”

yet you’re struggling to understand what IS wrong. why do you feel so…wet down there? maybe you started your period but you realize it ended a week ago. leon’s eyes are burning into your skin, the gaze causing you to feel mortified. how can you tell him this? what if he thinks you’re weird? his girlfriend is wetting herself like a damn fool for no reason. “what is it?” that soft tone of his makes you feel even worse. embarrassment is starting to creep itself into the flesh of your body.

“i feel wet.” you say it so clearly and slowly as if you’re dumbing it down for yourself. you don’t know why you feel like this and you don’t know why it’s happening. leon smiles at the frustration you show, clearly not thinking of your situation weirdly. “that’s a good thing, doll.” he coos while holding your hands. head tilting and ditzy eyes searching for an answer, you are clueless by how this is a good thing. “what do you mean, leon?” “you’re turned on, that’s what i mean.” the blood pumping into your heart turns cold at the realization of what you have let yourself done. one of the deadliest sins of all: lust

how can you let yourself get carried away and almost give into something sacred? something you promised to your heavenly father that you will wait till marriage to do? you clutch the rosary wrapped around your neck, “please forgive me. i’m sorry, leon.” you think leon must be feeling the same way too, realizing you both almost gave into sin. oh how awful he must feel, to almost have betrayed the lord and gave into temptation. leon searches your face in hopes to find something you’re not sure of. “why are you apologizing?” he questions, hands no longer embracing your own.

“for getting you caught up in almost sinning.” “it’s not a bad thing to be turned on.” his voice is laced with something unfamiliar, a tone you’re not even aware of. “but it can lead to having sex and we’re not-” “there’s nothing bad about having sex either.” leon interrupts with annoyance. you can’t fathom how he thinks premature sex is not bad, he’s read the bible with you countless times. the purity ring wrapped around your finger symbolizes the commitment you vowed to and he’s reminded every time he holds your hand. “we can’t have sex, leon. you know that.”

“do you not love me?” leon is frowning at you, taking you aback with his words. “i love you, leon. of course i do.” you profusely confess as you get closer to him. the weight of your chest growing heavy while he shakes his head. “you’re supposed to have sex with the one you love right? then why don’t you? if you love me enough, then it’s not sin.” leon preaches with eyes glimmering with something indescribable. “we won’t have sex, we’ll be making love. that’s different. the lord doesn’t view it as sin.”

different strokes of blue are piercing into your soul, almost like his eyes are trapping you. your mind is foggy as you try to think of something to say. “i don’t think...” you trail off with unsure certainty, but what you want to actually say becomes lost in thought as leon’s cherry-bruised lips pull apart in a smile. you think he’s right, it’s something you probably skimmed over. cold hands caress your bare thighs, leon’s lips kiss the skin below your jaw. “you know i’m right, doll.” he mutters while his teeth lightly nip your skin, you grow hot. “i would never lie to such a pretty angel.”

“i’ll make you feel so good.” leon promises with his hands scrunching up your skirt. the sudden action causing your heart to burst within itself. your dry mouth defeats the words wanting to escape, to tell him to not touch there. you’re also battling the urge to let yourself do so as his hands grasp your inner thigh, sending a rush throughout your body. doe eyes noticing the way leon is looking at you as if you’re a sheep, tethered in his sharp teeth, bracing to become a meal.

two fingers rub you over your panties, the new feeling quickly has you inhale sharply. butterflies flutter around in your abdomen. leon hums as his fingers gather your essence that is leaking through the fabric. “there you are, pretty.” leon lays you further down on the couch. his lips kiss you again roughly and you grip at his bicep as his hands quickly discard your skirt. leon impatiently pulls away from your lips to look at the newly found view, lilac panties adorned with a baby blue ribbon. leon’s favorite color.

the wetness from earlier feels as if it’s completely soaking the fabric. you feel utterly exposed like this, so vulnerable in front of leon. “you’re so fucking sexy.” he sighs out once he finally removes the one thing keeping him away from your forbidden fruit. “please leon.” you’re unsure if you’re begging or pleading. the temperature of your body is uncomfortably hot and you’re sure it’s because your soul is already spiraling down to hell. you want to stop leon from inserting his finger into your sopping cunt, but of course you don’t.

“have you ever touched yourself, doll?” leon asks, while fingering you agonizingly slow. you crave for more, not exactly sure of what. you need more of him. you’re heaving at this point, staring into leon’s eyes as he watches you unfold before him, a flower blooming almost too late. “i’m not supposed to.” you choke out the answer while he begins to messily rub your clit. the smirk resting on leon’s lips is haunting you, why does he always look so desirable with that stupid smirk?

“says who? your god?” leon pushes a second finger into your sopping hole, an uncomfortable stretch soon followed by an indescribable pleasure. the erotic sounds of your cunt being touched for the first time reach your hot pink ears. leon curls his fingers against your spongey walls causing you to squirm. the imaginary coil in your lower stomach feels like it’s on the brink of snapping.

“yes.” you moan while he lightly slaps your cunt. “what kind of god deprives his children of a pleasure such as this? don’t you feel good, angel? i know your pussy sure does.” leon smiles at your reaction for his choice of words, you forget how blunt he tends to be. “d-don’t say that.” “your god can’t be all that great if he won’t even let me feel how your pussy squeezes around my fingers.” the blasphemy hits you like a gunshot only temporarily, the pleasure you’re receiving rids it right away.

you’re shaking your head but you don’t know if it’s from the frustration of leon speaking against the lord or if you’re about to reach sweet relief. “leon.” you hiccup, the pleasure becoming too much and your mind is turning into mush. a tight grip on leon’s bicep has him chuckling, looking down at you so pathetically. “you look so fucking stupid. go ahead and cum for me, pretty.” he grants while your cunt is squeezing so tightly around his digits.

back arching off the couch along with the most pornographic moan to ever come out of your chest, the coil snaps. waves of ecstasy crashes within your body, releasing out of your sopping hole. your thighs are shaking to snap close but leon doesn’t let it happen as he gathers your essence up with his fingers. “god, you’re just so fucking perfect.” leon grunts before sticking his own fingers in his mouth, the honey he has been craving falls onto his tongue. you feel yourself get dizzy at the sight.

leon reaches down to give you a messy kiss, tasting your cum on his tongue. “wanna fuck you.” he moans into your mouth, his jeans rub against your cunt and you’re sure your cum smeared onto the denim. you want to stop right here, you want to run straight to church and plead for your life in the confessional booth. however, when leon pulls away to strip off his pants and his fat, long cock hits his abdomen, you feel that indescribable want grow stronger.

your breathing becomes heavy as leon rubs the tip of his cock at your entrance. his cock looks too big for you, fearing he’ll split you open. the taste of bitter metallic hits your tongue and you realize you’re biting your bottom lip too hard. “i’m so lucky.” leon grunts, dragging his thumb across your bleeding lip. “get to be the first to fuck this virgin pussy.” he barely pushes the tip into your tight cunt when you start crying. the pain of slight tearing mixed with the eternal damnation you’re going to face is cutting at your skin. “please.” your vision is blurry through the tears when leon pushes his cock fully into you, you can hear him let out a deep groan.

the way leon’s cock feels inside of you makes you feel so full. the pain of being ripped open for the first time is soon subsided by a mind clouded with desire, yet you’re still crying. leon moves in and out slowly but roughly, hitting a spot within you just right. you moan wearily, salty tears trickling down into your agape mouth. when leon begins to thrust a bit more hard, you’re sobbing out loud moans. leon presses his hand against your throat, “so fucking loud.” he’s snapping his hips into you, his cock bruising the inside of your cunt so sweetly that you feel the coil about to snap again.

“need to shut that mouth of yours next time.” leon grunts, looking at you in a haze. he squeezes your throat as if to test the waters and you choke out a needy moan, your cunt almost suffocating his cock at the action. “such a nasty girl.” leon smirks while picking up the pace of the abuse on your cunt. baby pink nails are scratching at leon’s biceps. you slur out an apology, clearly not in the right headspace to realize that leon is toying with the rosary tangled in your neck. “oh my-” you cut yourself off when leon’s cock repeatedly hits against a spot so sweet, the coil in your stomach feels like it’s tightening.

“say it.” leon taunts. his hand reaches down to messily rub at your clit once more, your eyes flutter shut. you know what he wants and you don’t think you can push yourself further into damnation by saying the lord’s name in vain. “c’mon, doll. tell your god how my cock is making you feel.” leon tightly wraps his fingers around the dainty rosary, you’re pleading at him through your eyes, mouth too occupied by the moans you let out. “leon please.” you cry out, you’re not sure if you’re begging him to stop the blasphemy or to make you cum.

leon soon loses himself in your cunt, grasping at your hips to drill his cock deeper in you. the stars in your eyes are getting brighter, you’re almost there. dirty blonde hair covers leon’s eyes, relieving yourself of the gaze he had on you. “gonna fucking breed you.” leon laps at your neck, biting at your soft skin as if it’s the bread he eats at church. “you want that? want me to fill you up?” you moan out a incoherent yes, too fucked out to understand what he’s even saying. leon captures your lips in a heated kiss, tongues relentlessly clash against each other.

leon’s cock hits that sweet spot one final time before the coil within you finally snaps. “oh my god, leon!” you moan so loudly, throat becoming faintly sore. your body is shaking at the ecstasy that’s somehow stronger than before, nails clawing at leon’s back that you feel like you may draw blood. “there you go, angel.” leon’s words are drowned out by pure euphoria. you feel the warm essence escape out of your cunt but it’s soon mixed with another hot feeling, leon’s own cum. he desperately shoves his cock into you to rid himself of every last drop. you look down to where you two are connected, the lewd sight brings you back down to earth.

if anyone were to rip open your chest to view the way your heart is pounding, almost punching itself out, they’d think you murdered a man. the burden of betrayal is sitting heavy on your shoulders, all the prayers in the world couldn’t save you now. when you look at leon, who is taking in the sight of his cum dripping out of your cunt, the thought begins to become a crimson haze. a string of pearl beads clutched in leon’s fist catches your eye, you look up at him. a blue hue meet yours, the once bright shade now dark. leon lets out a daunting chuckle, “won’t be needing that anymore.”

sprawled out on his palm is a broken chain along with a few pearls and a tiny cross. leon ripped off your rosary.

[seranextdoor]

DO I WANNA KNOW ? ~ LEON S. KENNEDY.

Summary: Leon just had to take the chance.

Word count: 3.814k / Warnings: stepcest, dddne, mild dubcon at first.

Contents 18+: unprotected sex, missionary, he eats your pussy thru the damn panties, he got a big dick (canon), praising, clit-slap (?), creampie, risky sex.

Pairing: Stepbrother! Leon S. Kennedy X Fem! Reader.

Author note: writing got a little rusty.... but!!! i had fun writing this （＾ν＾）stepbro leon is 2 die 4. kudos to the anon who sent the idea of stepbro leon into my inbox. ilyyyyy 🩷

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have you no idea that you’re in deep? i dreamt about you nearly every night this week. how many secrets can you keep?

You drive him insane. Literally. And it’s not even your fault, you were nothing but a sweetheart and Leon was nothing but a complete, degenerate mess when it comes to you.

You were the forbidden fruit that Leon desperately wanted to devour.

There’s a time when he’s left alone in his room after a long, exhausted day at work and all he could think about was you. It doesn’t help how he always had to come home late due to his late-night patrols around the city and all he can hear within the thin walls was your muffled moans and the sound of your fingers squelching and pushing into your cunt. You didn’t know about two things; One, Leon coming back home late because he always makes sure not to make too much noise when he’s downstairs. Two, Leon pressing his ear against the wall with his cock in his fist, furiously stroking up and down to the sound of your mewls. By the time you were done, all he can hear is the water running and splashing in the marbled sink of your bathroom as you washed your hands clean while he was reaching for tissues to wipe his semen off his sheets and abs.

It sort of become a daily routine for Leon. It’s wrong, he knows, you’re his stepsister and the thoughts he had for you in mind were nowhere near appropriate for someone who he should consider as his little sister. But he can’t just suppress the thoughts and feelings he had, the more he pushed aside, the more it grows and torments him, basically eating him alive. The fact that he lives under the same roof as you alone makes things harder for him, but he wasn’t complaining. Not one bit.

Leon gets to see you, a lot. He’d see you laying on your stomach with your shirt slightly ridden up on your back and your shorts hugging the curve of your ass, baby pink panties peeking thru its hem without you noticing it. And sometimes, his eyes would linger on you longer than he anticipated, his teeth biting the inside of his cheeks as his feet nervously tapped on the wooden flooring. You’d bend down in front of him to pick up the spoon on the floor and his breath would hitch seeing the outline of your pussy strained against your shorts. You were none the wiser, oblivious to the way his eyes flittered on your body and your lips but never directly on your eyes.

Because if Leon did look you in the eyes, he would feel guilty for thinking about bending you over the kitchen counter and fuck you stupid when you genuinely wanted to know how his day went at work.

“Leon?” You softly call out his voice, knuckles knocking on the door of his bedroom before Leon rushed to answer you. The sweat on his forehead was quickly wiped with the back of his hand, and his breathing ragged as he adjusted himself. “Yeah?” His voice was strained, exhausted from his work. “Can I come in?” Your fingers toyed with the steel doorknob, leaning your forehead lightly against his door. You heard the small ‘yeah’ before he opened it to you. Lips curling into a small smile, you looked up at him before you stepped inside his room. “Were you sleeping? I didn’t mean to bother.” You said to him, sitting on the edge of his bed before you crossed your legs. “No, no, I was just... Resting.” He replied, his eyes following your every move. Pushing the strands off your face, you tilt your head to the picture of you and him on his bedside.

“Aw, you still kept this?” You hold up the photo frame at him, your thumb glided on the glass surface gently as you gaze at it. “Why wouldn’t I?” He shrugged before he takes a sit next to you on his bed, purposely grazing his fingers against your thighs as he bite back the urge to let out a content sigh.

“I was so cute back then,” Your lips slightly puckered out, pouting at the sight of your younger version in the picture. A warm spread throughout your chest, it’s nice to know Leon keeps this photo of you and him— it makes you feel special. “You’re still so cute now.” His compliment brings heat to your cheeks, your elbow finding their way to playfully nudge his ribs before a soft chuckle left past your lips when he nudged you back. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” You rolled your eyes, placing back the picture frame on the table before you leaned back and lay on his bed with a small thud.

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.” He grinned at you, laying back next to you before he take a deep breath. He’d glanced at you, once, just one look on your face before he quickly avert his eyes away from you and glued them back on the ceiling. Leon knows he would end up staring at you, it’s a bad habit. He can’t help it, just the way your eyes drowsily looked up to the ceiling, your lips slightly parted as your fingers cling to his pillow. He wondered if your fingers would cling to the meat of his thighs if he was fucking your throat, filling every corner of your mouth with his cock until hot tears streamed down your wet cheeks— “They didn’t even tell me they were out of town.” The sound of your voice cutting thru the silence pause his thoughts before Leon tilts his head at you. “Why? You wanna go out or something? They’re just out attending my— our dad’s work party somewhere out of town in a hotel.” He stated.

‘Yeah, right, our dad. As if I wasn’t just thinking about fucking my stepsister.’ Leon thought to himself. God, he’s a sick, sick man.

“I know, I’m just really bored. That’s why I came here.” You said to him, completely oblivious to the fact that his eyes practically gleamed at your w. Leon sits up on his bed, his fingers pushing back the strands of hair on his face before he turned to look at you, a small smirk dawns on his lips. “So you come to me to have fun?” A small giggle left past your lips, the faint blush on your cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed. “Please, you make that sounds weird.” You shake your head, only to quickly shut down the fit of giggles you had when you feel his fingers brush against your thighs. Heat courses to your cheeks before a low hum emitted out of you, “Weird? I don’t know what you’re implying.” Leon does, he does. Fuck, this was probably the most he could do to you, just stroking your thighs as his fingers grow higher and higher as the warmth of your cunt radiates against his skin. He swallowed thickly, his fingers lightly squeezing the fat of your thighs before he leaned down to you. “Maybe you’re the weird one.”

Your eyes slightly widened, fingers quickly latching on his wrist before you stopped him from going further. “Leon,” You made a pathetic attempt to sound stern when you called his name when in reality, your voice sounded more like a whine as if you wanted him to keep going. “We can’t.” You didn’t say no, you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t want this too. You lose count of how many nights you spent, staying up watching taboo porn under your blanket with your fingers desperately stuffing your cunt and trying to relieve the ache between your legs while having Leon at the back of your head. You lose count of how many times you muffled out his name into your pillow every time you climaxes around your fingers during the darkest hour. And now that, Leon’s hand is practically inches away from grazing against your pussy, all you could do is looked away from his piercing gaze as you clench your thighs around his wrist. “It’s wrong.”

But it doesn’t mean neither he nor you wanted it less. Leon probably wanted it the most, his mind practically going haywire from how close your body is pressed to his.

“I can stop if you want, just say the word.” His voice was soft and you can’t help but look back into his eyes, before you lay there, contemplating if you should just go for it. Either you do it now, where no one’s home or never do it with him and to be honest, you would pick the first option in a heartbeat. “Keep going,” As soon as you let those words out, Leon leaned in to kiss you, his tongue pushing past your lips as explored every inch of your mouth. His hand resting on your cheek while the other is rubbing your clit thru your shorts with his index and middle fingers until there’s a damp spot forming on the fabric. Pulling away from the kiss with a string of saliva connected on the tip of each other tongues. “You’re so wet already,” He grinned, his face diving between the crook of your neck before he gently nibs your skin and sucked the fresh hickey he gives you on your neck.

“You love getting your pussy played by big brother?” When did that innocent nickname you used to call him make you so flustered? The way it smoothly rolled off to the tip of his tongue and the way his voice slightly dropped an octave made it sound lewd. You hated how much it turns you on, your cunt dripping with your arousal just from his little teasing. “Leon, stop embarrassing me.” You huffed in slight annoyance at his teasing before you hide your heated face with his pillow which Leon was not too happy with. He quickly takes the pillow off your grasp and throws it behind him, “No hiding, princess. D’you know how long I waited to do this?” Leon whispered to you, his lips kissing your jawline. “Too damn long.” He grumbled, pulling away from you before he kneels on the floor. His hands easily dragged you to the edge of his bed before he parted your thighs. “All I can think about is fucking you stupid, do you know how much that tortures me knowing I can’t?” He groans, his fingers were quick to slip the shorts off your legs and let them fall to the carpeted floor.

Leon couldn’t be bothered to take off your panties, instantly latching his lips on your clit thru your panties as he vigorously sucks on it with sheer fervour. The suddenness illicit a sharp gasp past your lips, your elbows and heels digging into his mattress as you watched his mouth clung to the bundle of nerves like no tomorrow with your thighs clamping around his head. “Shit, Leon...” You curse under your breath, head thrown back as he slurped every drop of you thru the thin undergarment. A soft moan croaks out of you as Leon finally pushed aside your panties, his tongue flattened before he dragged a long line on your pussy. “Taste so fucking good,” He can feel his cock straining in his pants, causing some discomfort but that was the last thing he care about, not when he was nose-deep into his stepsister’s sweet cunt. He could care less about anything when his mind is fixated on the way you rolled your hips and rides his tongue, smothering him before he pulled away for air.

“You’re so needy, baby.” Leon littered kisses on your inner thighs, the tip of his tongue flicking your clit causing your hips to jerk forward. His forearms push your hips down to the bed before he lightly slapped your clit and chuckles when you wince from the slight pain. “Don’t do that.” You whine, biting your lower lip back as you let yourself relish back into the pleasure when he kisses your clit, giving it a little suck and pulling away with a small pop. “I know, baby. Just wants you to stay still.” He said to you softly, his eyes shifting up to lock eyes with you. He loves the way your eyes tear up, your cheeks growing hot as your fingers cling to the bedsheets. He loves prodding his tongue into your warm hole while his thumb rubs your sensitive clit until you throw your head back into the pillow with your back arching into his tongue. “I’ll stay still,” It’s surprising how you can still talk properly despite being so high from the pleasure he’s giving you. A dribble of spit already starts dripping at the corner of your mouth, your eyes rolled to the back of your head each time Leon flattened his tongue and dragged it slowly on your dripping cunt until your body shuddered in pleasure.

Your fingers interlocked with his brown hair, tugging and pulling him closer as you slowly reached your climaxes. He didn’t mind, he like the feeling of your nails slightly digging into his scalp while you desperately chases your high. God, Leon probably won’t even mind if his head is bleeding from how hard you're tugging onto him if it meant having the chance to get a taste of your pussy and your soft thighs wrapped around his head. A strained scream sputtered out of your throat when you finally come undone in his mouth, your hips stuttering into his lips as Leon licks every drop of your juices and drank it down with a content grin. His hand reached down to his pants as he palmed his throbbing cock thru his pants, his fingers rubbing up and down on the outline of his shaft before he stands up from his knees. Leon pulled down his shorts until they slipped off his legs leaving him in his black boxer. The bed shifted as his knees digs into the cushion of his mattress.

“Want your cock,” Your words were slurred but you manage to whisper the words into his ears when he gets on top of you. You bring your fingers crawled up and cupped his face before you pulled him into a sloppy kiss, letting his teeth clashes against yours without a care in the world as his hands grip your waist. “Yeah? Beg for it.” He pulled away from the kiss, his blue eyes back into yours as you tucked your bottom lip under your teeth. It’s clear he won’t give you what you wanted until you actually say it to his face. A heavy sigh left your swollen lips, “Please, I need you inside of me. Fuck..." You paused, nuzzling your face to hide your warm cheeks into his neck before you continues, “Fuck your stepsister.” Leon grinned at your words, his lips leaving a small kiss on your collarbone before he pulled away to push down his boxer. “You got it, baby.”

Your eyes watered up as you mumbled a low curse when you feel the tip of his cock pushed into your cunt. It brings immediate weight to your chest as your breathing grows ragged, a part of you still refuses to believe this was happening— you’re fucking your stepbrother, allowing his fingers to gently pinch your hardened nipples while he buries his cock inch by inch. Your fingers quickly pressed against his chest, stopping him immediately as Leon shoot you a concerned look, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek.

“You okay?” He whispered to you when you let out a small wince, eyebrows knitted together before you looked down to where the two of you were connected. “It won’t fit, Leon.” You croak out a small cry, he’s stretching you apart and he’s not even all the way in. “It will, princess, just... I’ll take it slow, okay? It’s going to be okay.” Leon smiled after you weakly nodded your head to his assurance, your arms trails up to wrap around his neck before he slowly pushed himself inside of you. A low moan guttered out of his throat once he finally sheathed himself fully inside of your tight, sopping cunt. Cold sweats run down his forehead and body as he takes in every little noise you made underneath him.

He stayed in your arms for a few seconds before he retracts to prop up the back of your knee with his hand. Leon stared down at the way his cock formed a small bump on your pelvis before he moved his hips slowly, the pad of his thumb rubs your skin in a circular motion. “You’re taking me so well, baby,” Leon said to you in a hushed tone, his head slightly thrown back before he gulped down to the feeling of your inner walls pulsating around his cock. Leon averted his eyes from the ceiling back to your body, staring at the way your shirt pushed up over your chest, your fingers keeping your panties aside as he pushes himself in and out of your cunt at a slow, consistent pace. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He moaned eyes shutter tight before he exhaled a sharp breath. “God, you’re clinging to me,” Leon let out a soft chuckle, his lips finding their way to peck on your swollen ones. “Can’t help it... You’re too big. S’all your fault.” You mumbled, eyes dazedly looking up to him as drops of his sweat drips down to your body.

“I know, baby. It’s all my fault.” He cooed to you, his lips coming in contact with your forehead as he leaves a kiss. You didn’t even realise he had picked up his pace, his hips rocking back and forth faster than before as his balls slaps on your ass, filling the room with nothing but the sound of skin slapping and your wanton moans. “You’re taking it so well though, you love getting fucked by your big brother?” You hummed to his question, “Mhm, love gettin’ fucked by you.” You breathed out. Leon can feel his cock throb inside of you, the grip at the back of your knee tightening as his knuckles gradually whitened. The bedframe rocked back and forth, scratching the blue paint off his wall into straight, white lines as it squeaks under the weight of the two of you. You tried so hard not to glance at the picture of Leon and you on his bedside, almost staring back at the both of you with nothing but utter shame.

The two of you had crossed the line you knew you can’t back out from. Not that Leon cared, every logic in his head was thrown out of the window the second you told him to keep going.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the way you digs your nails into his shoulders made his breath stagger. The friction between both yours and his body sends your mind into a frenzy that you almost, almost, made you miss the sound of the front door being unlocked and the sound of your parents happily chatting downstairs. “Fuck,” That was all Leon had to say to put a small pause on what he was doing, his forehead leaned against your shoulder as he bit his bottom lips back. He stayed silent for a few seconds before he rocks his hips back, taking you by surprise, “Leon, we should—" You parted your lips to speak only for his hand to go over your mouth, “Just be quiet. Be a good girl for me, yeah?" He says. You nodded, letting his hand press against your lips, your eyes shooting wide when his thrusts became more and more fervent as you wrapped your legs around his waist tightly.

Leaning your head back into his pillow, he took the advantage to leave marks all over your neck, nipping your soft skin until it turns into a slightly darker shade from your skin. Leon moves up to your face, giving you a small peck on the lips thru his hand before he let out a low chuckle. Removing his hand from the back of your knees to hold onto your waist while his other hand is over your lips, you can feel he’s getting faster and faster. Leon can feel it, he was getting so close and he can feel you were too with the way your inner walls tightened up around him, sucking him in deeper and deeper as the squelching sounds fills the room. “Can I cum in you, princess? Please, can I?” He begs, keeping his tone hushed as he whispered into your ear, sending the back of your hair stand up.

You frantically nodded, muffling out a small high-pitched ‘yeah’ to him before you glanced at the way his cock pushing in and out of you, glistening with your arousals under his bed lamp as Leon pushed his hips towards you, burying his cock deeper into a rougher pace. A choked scream left your lips when the orgasm comes washing over your body as you shut your eyes close, the grip around his shoulders tightening before your body falls limp under him. A sharp breath left his lips when he feels you finish around him before he quickly did the same, shooting his cum deep inside of you before he removed the hand over your mouth and pressed it against his bed to support himself. His muscles flexed as you watched his cock throb inside of you, spilling his warm seeds into your sensitive cunt before he pulls out from you with a groan. When he finally rides off his high, Leon looked down at the way your panties were scrunched up to the side as they pressed against your inner thigh— he was so eager to fuck you he didn’t even bother to take off your panties. Not that he’s complaining, it keeping his cum from spilling out of you.

“Fuck, baby..." Leon breathed out, a strained laugh falls past his lips before he leaned in to kiss you on the lips and pulled away afterwards. He stared back into your half-lidded stare, your chest heaved as you catches up with your breath. Your lips curled into a small smile when Leon brush the strand of hair off your face, “You should probably go back to your room, princess." He suggested, helping you sit up on his bed. His fingers played with the strap of your panties before he looked back at you, the corner of his lips curled into a playful smirk.

“Keep this on. I want you to go to bed with my cum inside of you. ”

[comatosebunny09]

untitled | leon k.

warnings: smut, loss of virginity, female reader, p in v, language, pet names, soft leon, stream of consciousness, short af

had this mashup on repeat, and i just couldn’t move past this imagery. thank you for reading, lovely. ❤️

He fills the space between your fingers with his, gentle and reassuring, rooting you to the mattress. 

Molten tears prick the corners of yours eyes, brows knit, lips parted with wet exhalations. He chases your tears with chaste kisses, whispering pillow-soft affirmations through the static of your ears.

Doing so good. Taking me so well. My pretty baby. Stay with me, okay?

He’s a hulking shadow of concern, balanced on muscly arms. Paints a pretty cutout of disheveled locks and startling blue eyes amid the room swathed in moonlight. Radiates a blistering warmth that singes your innards whilst sweat gathers on his temple, drip-dropping onto the ruffled sheets.

Breathlessly, he murmurs, “You alright, sweetheart?” Knows you’re not if the shallowness of your breath is anything to go by. If the wince of your eyes serves as any gauge. But you’re a big girl. Stubborn as all hell, but you manage a nod despite the pain coursing through your nether regions. 

His hips stutter as he tries to remain perfectly still. Your thighs shakily wound about his waist, and your heels digging into the divots of his back don’t help matters. But he’s a patient lover. Waited this long to have you. Ravage you. Split you in twain.

What are a few more moments in tortuous bliss?

Through the Gaussian blur of your vision, you know he’s trying his damnedest not to thrust further in. Not to dig a little deeper, spearing you with his delicious girth, dredging the most sinister of sounds from the bowels of your belly.

Your throat rumbles with a pathetic keen as you pulse around the head of his cock, drawing a wet hiss from swollen lips. His forehead finds the curve of your shoulder. He pants there. Fights a battle within, wrapped in the luxury of your womanhood.

“Fuck,” he chuckles, allowing the weight of his torso to anchor yours down. “Keep sucking me in like that, and I won’t be able to last.”

[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

[sinsofnivan]

More rough sex with Krauser pls👀 , he just wants to train and discipline the reader who is a rebellious rookie :(( hhh I luv ur writing

chokeholds are illegal! — JACK KRAUSER x YOU.

SUMMARY: “where were you? i thought i had made it clear that i wanted specialists with an H2H* evaluation score below 65 to come spar at 1600. it’s 1830, L/N.”  "huh?" your brows narrow. "my teammates said the passing score was 60, and i got a 64." your hands rest on your hips, your glare practically piercing holes through his eyes. "you don't report to them, do you? are they the ones who give you orders, rookie? huh? this is negligence and insubordination on your part." you rolled your eyes, and krauser scoffed. "stop fucking rolling your eyes. get in the ring." krauser raised the ropes as he slid into the training ring, and you were staring at him in disbelief.  "you're due for a sparring session. but since your teammates, the people you're supposed to spar with, already left, you're paired with me.

PAIRING: JACK KRAUSER/you.

TAGS: blah blah blah brat tamer krauser place name backstory stuff, female reader, sparring, pronebone, mean sex, degradation, nasty sex, sort of masochist reader, sort of sadist krauser, edging, save me brat tamer krauser save me, krauser has a big dick, size difference, SLIGHT knifeplay, choking, SIR KINK, power gap/imbalance, dubious consent, cervix fucking, mind break, inappropriate workplace relationships, humiliation, overstimulation, instant loss?, slight dacryphilia, GUYS DON'T SLEEP WITH YOUR SUPERIORS, sort of dubcon because of said power imbalance but reader likes being put in her place anyways

WORD COUNT: 3908

A/N: i love krauser sm. RAHH. the gif divider is not mine! credits to kdanie!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

"c'mon, L/N. already panting? i'm not even sweating yet." 

you scowled, clenching your fists. it has been a long 10 minutes of taking blows and returning jabs and hooks, and your shoulders are aching from how he practically slammed you on to the ground earlier. sure, it was a little cushioned, but god, he was fighting you like he hated your guts. you wouldn't be able to physically overpower this 6"3 hunk of muscle, because judging from the size of his biceps alone, he benched twice your body weight for fucking breakfast. 

so relying on your speed it was. you saw many opportunities to strike after dodging his kicks and punches: an elbow to his ribs, a knee to his face, and even sweeping him off of his feet. but that was 5 minutes ago, and this fucker's absolutely terrifying—because he was beginning to get used to it. and he was right. there was no droplet of sweat beading on his temples. 

"you're fast, L/N." taunted the major, and you wanted nothing more than to punch the shit-eating grin off his face. "but not invincible," the sight of him lunging at you was terrifying, and you dodged—tried to dodge—but he cornered you in whichever direction you chose to step in. "going somewhere?" krauser grinned, just before he throws a right hook. you barely avoided it, the rush of air from his fist brushing past your cheek. you grunt in exertion, quickly punishing him by a hook to his jaw. it hits squarely, making his head snap to the side. but krauser remained unphased. 

krauser's hand quickly wrapped around your wrist, his vice bruising and unforgiving. he pulls you forward with a vicious yank, his knee driving into your stomach—once, twice—each strike forcing a groan from your lips as the air was driven out of you. you jabbed your fingers into his sides, his ribs, god, anywhere just to hurt him. but fuck, this man was made of steel. you might as well be punching concrete. "are you tapping out?" he asks arrogantly, and you groaned, trying to break free from his hold. "i'm not," you groaned.

the mocking laugh from him makes you mad. so, so fucking mad. 

he pushes him off of you, watching you stumble and attempting to catch your breath as you used the ropes for support. krauser's footsteps from behind you are menacing, and you're just convinced that he's gonna fucking kill you for all the trouble you've caused him. but, fuck, you'd rather die than tap out. right before you could stabilize yourself, a hand reaches out to grab your shoulder, and into his hold.

specifically, your head, into a chokehold;

his bicep crushing your throat as he pinned you against his chest. it was tight enough to limit your breathing, but not enough to suffocate you. he wanted you to tap out, to actually surrender to him—and you knew it was what you were supposed to do, as you could easily feel how lightheaded you were getting. but you didn't want to. your pride wouldn't let you. "i'm waiting, Y/N," krauser cackled, and your response was a pained grunt.

you tried to shove an elbow into his stomach, to try and get him off of you, but it was futile. krauser growled, clearly pissed that you can't accept your defeat, and you won't fucking stay still. "you think you're faster than me? stronger?" he whispered in your ear, breath fanning over the shell. "little miss untouchable. dodging orders, playing your little fucking games. that ends now." you grit your teeth, trying to think of something to say. 

"are you gonna follow everything i say from now on, rookie?" oh, the things krauser would give just to see that defeated look on your face. it takes you a while, but you begrudgingly stammer out a weak—"yes,"—much to krauser's glee. 

"yes, what?"

"yes, s, sir,"

your vision's getting cloudy, and your nails drag on his forearms for desperation; leaving red, angry lines on his pale skin as you scratched him."chokehold's illegal." you croaked. your protest makes krauser laugh, tightening his grip. "is it, rookie? just when i thought you were being a good girl." he could feel his cock aching in those damn tight pants. 

"i don't fucking care." krauser released you, easily using his strength to make you face him. you were bracing yourself for another punch, but the warmth of his big hands greet your cheeks instead; pulling you to him and letting his lips crash harshly on yours. you don't know what came over you. you hated your stupid fucking superior right now, but fuck—your lips reciprocated that forbidden liplock. 

your arms wrapped around him weakly, and krauser began to feel your body, squeezing your asscheeks through your jogging pants. you bit on his lower lip, hard, and krauser groaned, the taste of copper beginning to register on his taste buds. still bratty, still fucking mischievous, like always. 

the kiss breaks as krauser pushes you off of him, hungrily eyeing your body. "strip." he'd scowl, and so did you. "i'm not going to do that." you heaved, and krauser claimed your lips again. a little angrier this time, whilst his hand bundled up your shirt in fist, and then—

rip!

you gasped, and krauser held your neck with another hand, threatening to squeeze. his kisses trailed from the corner of your mouth to your jaw, then lingered just beneath your ear. "you're so," he growled, biting you hard, making you groan and hold on to his broad shoulders. "so fucking bratty. you drive me insane. i fucking hate you." he could feel your laughter buzz against his lips as his tongue dragged all over the inch of your sweaty skin. your scent, your taste, stirred something feral in him.

"yeah? doesn't look like you fucking hate me," you dipped a hand between your bodise, palming against his bulge. did he have a hard on while he sparred with you? y'can't remember. "shut up. just shut the fuck up," he was expecting to feel up your tits—but was only met with the foam of your sports bra, and krauser disappointedly clicked his tongue. 

"keep still." he glared at you, who was just observing everything he did. reaching behind him, you hear the familiar hiss of his knife being unsheathed from his holster. your breath hitches in your throat, and of course, krauser noticed. he grinned, bringing the sharp, cold end to your cheek. "yeah, you're gonna stay still." he cooed, gently tracing your lips with the dagger. this was the first time he's seen you follow your orders. 

"don't wanna be cut now, do you?" 

he retired the knife from your face, but you're yet to be at ease because he brought the cold blade down to your chest. "don't. fucking. move." he raised your sports bra up, beginning to cut through the fabric. maybe he didn't hate you as much as you thought, because he was really trying to not cut you. you can't say the same for your sports bra, however, as he easily cut the straps that prevented him from yanking that stupid fucking bra off of you. "here's what's going to happen, slut." your nipples rouse under his knife. "starting from now, you're gonna address me as sir." for once, you're rendered speechless. actually cautious about getting on his bad side now, because if he added even the slightest bit of pressure, you knew the blade would break the skin beneath it. "and you're going to be good. you wanna know why?" 

the tip feels crookedly ticklish as he dragged it up to your collarbone, and ultimately your chin; forcing your pretty eyes up on his face. "because i'm so fucking done with your antics. you have exhausted every bit of my patience." and just to make sure that you knew he wasn't playing, he gently pressed the sharp edge to draw the littlest of blood, letting it stain his knife. "are we clear?" you frantically nod. "yes—yes sir," krauser hummed in contentment. 

"atta girl. so strip."

the humiliation seeps through your cheeks and body, tummy twisting in taboo anticipation. i shouldn't be doing this. you thought as you kicked your boots off, tugged those pants down. i shouldn't be doing this. krauser thought as he brought the knife to your pantied cunt and began to gently glide it up and down. you couldn't look his way, too flustered—but you weren't suppressing the soft cries that left your mouth as his knife toyed with your clit. "dirty, dirty girl." krauser chuckled. "you actually like this, huh? i've killed people with this knife, slut. have some shame." the knife slid beneath the seams of your panties, impatiently tearing through the fabric. 

his knife has served its only purpose it seems; because, you hear him tossing it somewhere out of the ring. and in the next minute, he's —

⟢

"fuck!"

it's a big stretch. a biiiiig stretch. it hurt so, so good as krauser's cock cruelly shoved his cock in your pretty cunt; the lubricant being only his spit and your own slick. "tight—you're so fucking tight," he growled. your eyes roll back to the pits of your sockets as he began to pound you. his thrusts were mean and harsh, as if determined to break your pelvis. the cacophony of your sex—flesh slapping against flesh, the lascivious harmony of your voices, and the squelching of your soaking pussy—filled the room, loud and unabashed. krauser's bruising grip is on your waist, trying to ensure that every thrust had the tip poking your cervix.

"is this why you're such'a— hnggg, shit—! such a . . fucking brat?" he smacked your tits, making you yelp. "so you could get hatefucked by me? huh?" a devilish grin tugged on the corners of his lips, followed by an amused laugh. "all y'had to do was ask. c'mon, girl. ask me to fuck you harder." the pleasure has you reeling, has your cunt tightening from being used like a toy by your superior. you couldn’t utter a denial, you couldn’t even utter a single word—and it was just so unfair! 

as much as krauser loved your cries and how you melted under his mercy—it's not enough. he's greedy like that. "i said beg—!" krauser's demand is followed by a smack on your poor, used cunt. he took in every reaction you gave him, the whining from the sting, how you struggled to speak, the cries of his name, everything—he loved it. "p, please," you plead quietly. "please s, sir—need you to . . a-ahn! god—fuck!" he purposefully rams into you hard. it was so satisfying, finally breaking in his brat. you looked so pathetic, drooling, eyes watering as the pleasure made you tear up—and it was better than what krauser fantasized about. "need me to what?" his thumb traced your soft, kiss-bruised lips. "pleasepleaseeeplease, sir! need you t'fuck me deeper and h-harder—!" this is how he wanted you. 

obedient. respectful. fucked out.

he didn't even ask you to go deeper, but he figured he'll grant you your wishes, you were being so good for him, after all; your legs are manoeuvred by scarred dexterity to wrap around his waist, to have him closer, deeper. his thrusts begin again. it's rough, feral, but the sting's been long gone, replaced by overwhelming pleasure that only krauser could give you. 

oh, that fucking look on your face, god. brows scrunched up, mouth agape, rosy cheeks, lashes beaded with the tears that's yet to fall–-fuck, you're so "—fucking gorgeous," krauser babbled on, hips never relenting with his vicious pummeling. "big—," you whimpered in your stupefied haze, eyes widening. you could feel his tip kiss your perky cervix with the adjusted position. "yeaaaah, baby. that's— that's all me," krauser laughed, watching you place a shaky hand on where you felt him protruding through your skin. "gonna fucking—ruin you. 'til nothin' gets you off but your sir's cock, y'hear me?" nod, nod. "please, sir!" 

the title seems to have renewed his vigour, because fuck—the pleasure's so toe-curling, so mind-numbing; krauser's burying himself in your neck again, biting, kissing, sucking, branding you as his. he's barely acknowledging the cerise crescents you litter on his built back—does he even realize it? from how he's drooling, probably not.

he can't stop fucking your cunt, hips moving on their own animalistic fervour. he needs to cum, needs to get his little brat all stuffed full 'nd knocked up. the idea of colleagues catching him—and you, of course—didn't even cross his mind anymore. let them hear. let them know, that he was taming you, that you were completely wrapped around his finger. 

he grabbed your hips and practically used you as his personal fucktoy, raising you by your hips like you weighed nothing. your pussy twitched—yearning to cum, and he would have loved to see you fall apart, but—"don't you dare cum without my fucking permission," you scoffed at him, clearly irritated, and a particularly forceful thrust in you quickly corrects your indiscipline. "look at you, you fucking bratty bitch." he cackled cruelly. "givin' me attitude again? remember—," you winced when his fingers sink a little harder, and then– 

SLAP!

"this is—

your fucking

fault—!"

his frustration shows in each hard, mean thrust. it would have sent you to the edge, but he stops in time before it could blossom into something more, leaving you whining and quivering. unfortunately, his thrusts came to a brief halt, forcing you to feel all inches of his dick—every bump, every vein. when you were coming down from your faux high, his pounding resumed, catching you off guard. "cumming—," he growled, and your cunt just clenched around him as you whimpered. poor little thing. your name's what he wails, your face is what he envisioned as his eyes rolled back and intense pleasure washes over him.

it's torture to feel him fill you up, hunger temporarily satiated as he kept bucking his hips, spilling all of his thick, sticky semen into your pretty hole. "Y/N—!" he's so fucking deep—he's literally fucking splitting you open! you whimpered, losing strength in your legs and relying on nothing but his strength to keep your hips up. pulling away, he lets his cock slip from your cunt. he lowered his gaze, and—"fuck," 

your pussy was twitching and gaping, and his chest heaved, panting as he gasped for air. can't take his hungry eyes off of your cunt. fuck—it looked so pretty twitching and leaking his cum . . you were just about to get up, obviously unsatisfied and irate, but—

"on your fours."

"huh?"

"what, huh? i said on your fours."

"you're not done yet?"

"just get on your damn fours!"

you hated that you felt excited. excited that his cock was still twitching atop your cunt, excited that he wanted more of you. so you obliged, rolling over to your tummy the second he loosened his grip on you. you could barely keep your hips and knees up as they shook 'neath you. you could feel krauser's arrogance from the front. god, what a pri—!

smack! 

a startled yelp reverberates around the facility as his hand comes down on your asscheek. it's a mean slap, and you could feel just where his hand was as it stung like hell. 

smack! 

"think i shoulda jus' did this from the beginning," krauser chuckled, amused. very, very amused. "have 'ya sprawled on my lap and fucking spanking this—" smack! "—ass 'til it turned red," smack! then, you feel krauser's thumb on your clit, gathering up all your dripping, sticky arousal on his finger. "wet from being spanked? naughty," he wished you saw how he licked his fingers clean after—and he wished he could just bury his fucking tongue deep into you; but he'll save it for next time, when you're good. positioning himself behind you, you could easily discern the crown of his cock prodding against your pussy—using calloused digits to spread your pretty hole wide.

it's still a tight fit—but it's much, much easier to slide into you with his cum as lube. and he laughed, actually laughed when your knees gave out beneath you as his girth filled you up again. though, he didn't tell you to keep your hips up. instead, he keeps sheathing himself in you as you laid prone. don't worry, he understands. you were just dicked down two minutes ago, after all. 

you familiarly feel his arms wrap around your head, and fuck, krauser growled when he feels your cunt tighten up. "you think i'm done with you, slut? think 'm like those losers you sleep with?" his taunts are accompanied with the obscene plap! plap! plap! of your skins. you'd think for someone who just came, he would be slower, sloppier—but no. quite the opposite, actually.

his bicep was lathered in your drool as your face was squished between the muscle and his forearm. your breaths weren't cut off entirely, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you got enough air lungful after lungful. "guess what? i'm not. hear me? y'even conscious?" he brought his thrusts down with fierce, punishing slams, and you laid there helplessly, unable to push him off of you, unable to escape his brutal thrusts. "y, yes sir!" 

"goooood fucking slut. i'm gonna ruin you. gonna make sure your pussy's the shape of me," all his possessive rambling is making you whimper, making your pussy twitch around him. his cock throbbed with overstimulation—it hurt, hurt so much. but you made him feel better. made the pain so fucking worth it. "sir k , krauserr—!" you sobbed, holding on to his forearms for dear life. felt like he was gonna fuck the consciousness outta you. 

krauser, who was reserved, strict, disciplined—this was at his rawest. logic forgotten while he feels himself drool from this addicting post-orgasm torture. his mind only seems to properly work when he feels that cunt spasming. "don't cum. fucking keep it in!" he demanded cruelly. how couldn't you—when his cock hit your most sensitive spot again and again. "n , noooo—please . . please, want to cum," you pleaded him. "please—i need to, need to cum—♡!" 

though, he wasn't having it. he can't have you satisfied yet. he was so mean! 

with frantic, sporadic thrusts, he uncontrollably spilled his cum into you again. his whimpers filled the room, continuing to drag his orgasm with brutal slams. it completely leaked from your pussy—he still came lots even after cumming prior. you whined when he slumped over you, his tip pressing against your cervix snugly as he gasped for his breath. he may have freed you from his crushing hold, but fuck—his body resting on yours had the same effect.

and you still haven't cum, still irate and needy amidst your stupefied state. 

"get off—," you whined, trying to wriggle beneath him; you could feel his cock softening up but it was still just as girthy—you curse him and his fat cock. it takes a minute or two for him to get off you, pulling out of your creampied cunt. krauser grinned as you turned over to your back, sweaty 'nd tired from the pounding you just took. you sat up, grunting. "'m g'nna head back," you mumbled with a pout, and krauser stretches an arm out to cradle your cheek. "we're not done yet, baby—," "stop touching me you—!" a thumb ran over your eyes, already wiping off the tears that wanted to fall. "shh, shh. i know, baby," he kissed your cheek, the corner of your mouth, your eyes—before coaxing you on your back again. 

he has you lay on his arm while he rests on his side, spreading your legs again with one hand. "you must be sooo frustrated," he grinned, running his middle and ring finger over your slit. "yes, please," you were jus' so frustrated, so needy—you did everything he asked and he was still mean. . . "gonna cry?" he cooed, before sliding two thick fingers into your dripping cunt.

the stretch isn't the same as his cock, but you don't care. y'just needed him. "beg me again, sweetheart. i promise it'll be the last." he curved his fingers up slow, so agonizingly slow. "please, sir. wanna cum. need to cum, pleaseplease—," "yeah? i got you, baby. you've been so good for me," dear god, does this man ever get tired—? he began to pump his fingers in your pretty cunt, his cum spilling everywhere whenever it would slide out. his thrusts are similar to the pace of his pounding—and your cunt twitched thinkin' about how he fucked you. 

"you're such a stubborn brat, no? don't worry, i'll break those bad habits outta yer head," he leans down to kiss you, capture that sarcastic mouth and muffle all your whines as he picked up his pace. you held on to his wrist, to him—to fucking wherever—kissing him back sloppily as he had you writhing from just his fingers. when you tried to pull away, he would just chase your lips back, it made it so harder to breathe, but you had to kiss him back. you have to kiss your sir back. 

he's kind, but unkind at the same time, not giving your pussy a break, but letting the coil in your stomach tighten. you could feel it. so so close! krauser lets you breathe, a string of spit dripping from your lips. not ounce did his fingers falter—those wet noises, fuck, you're so wet. "you're such'a good girl," he hummed, eyes hypnotized with your creaming pussy.

your eyes widen when he finally doesn't stop fingering you—breath becoming faster and more ragged as your orgasm neared. he flickered his gaze back to you, entertained with your reactions. it was so worth it, saving the best for last. "yeah? uh-huh. you're so pretty. my pretty brat. sir's sorry for making you cry." "fuckfuckfuckfuck—'m cumming. sir, 'm cumming—♡!" your legs shook, and the moment the pads of his fingers graze that spongy nub in your pretty cunt, you're cumming undone. 

you would have screamed if it wasn't for the hand covering your mouth. you whimpered against his palm. "shhh, shhh. baby, i know. i know. it's too much, right?" but his fingers didn't stop, continuing to shove it knuckles-fucking-deep inside you.  "shh, shh. i know. but you asked for this. you wanted to cum, right? right?" krauser chuckled heartlessly, keeping this onslaught on your sensitive cunt. you were twitching so much around his fingers—and he knew you would be his next addiction for . . . god knows how long.

he abruptly pulled his fingers out from you, easing out another squirting orgasm from your poor cunt; using the same fingers, he gently rubbed your puffy clit. you squirmed, hips bucking and legs kicking. your eyes pricked tears, feeling too good, too sensitive. from covering your mouth, he moves to hold your jaw gently—wanting to hear your pretty, broken sobs. 

he feels the familiar tap on his arm. one, two. "aw, tapping out? you're not allowed to tap out." your eyes rolled to the back of your head, wailing when he adds a little more pressure on to rubbing your clit. "sir—sir please—, please. i'll be good, i'll be good—♡, please," you scratched on to his arms, biceps—anywhere you could get your claws on. "please— need a break," 

you? a break? when you're bucking your hips like that?

"hmm . . i don't think so."

end.

A/N: sorry if it's a bit sloppy, i wanted to compensate for taking too long to upload. i'm not very well-informed with military themes so i just kinda word vomited HAHA. but thank you soooo much for reading!! THANK YOU, THANK YOU! H2H* means hand to hand. according to google anyways. 

[softmaki]

cw; gn reader (+ no use of yn), oral (m. receiving), rough-ish leon, degrading(?), set somewhat modern, consensual picture taking! lmk if I missed any :3c + please read a/n at end for credits!

leon kennedy who has you on your knees at the edge of the bed, your mouth and throat stuffed full with his cock. you don’t know how long you’ve been at this, but you can let bring yourself to care much. the way his hands grip your hair n massage your scalp, the grunts n groans your ears are picking up on, the way his thigh twitches from time to time. it’s all so enticing and your only motive is to get him to the finish line he oh so deserves despite your hesitance for this to end. and to your disappointment, yet much to his pleasure, you can start to feel how his cock throbs in your throat, how his moans edge up in volume and how his pacing starts to falter.

a particularly loud moan escaped his throat as you feel the warm liquid start oozing in your mouth, a bitter and tangy taste resting on your tongue as he pulls out. you prepare yourself to swallow, but to your surprise he stops you when he grabs your cheeks with his hands and squeezes, forcing your lips to pucker and part open. he locks eyes with you intently before humming in thought.

“y’look so cute like this. want to take a pic of you, ‘s that okay?” he whispers, his eyes never looking away from your own. you can only give a half assed attempt at a nod, given his grip on your chin and how his cum is starting to dribble out of the corners of your mouth. “good job, knew you couldn’t disappoint me.”

he reaches for his phone, and a fleeting thought passes by you. what if you swallowed it just to be a brat? his phone comes into your vision much faster than you could actually act on your thought, so now you just leave it as another activity for a different day. and… you kinda wanted to keep the well-behaved streak for today, maybe you’d get a reward later…

“tongue out.” he mutters as he angles his camera and you do as he says. your lips part further and your tongue peeks out, the white liquid still there. however the small push also encourages other small parts to dribble out and down your chin. “mm, fuck… just like that.”

a shutter sound effect plays and you know he’s got the picture of you now. butterflies dance around in your tummy at the thought but you’re quickly brought back to the scene in front of you as you hear him speak again.

“does my obedient cumslut want a reward? hm?”

a/n; rushed n a bit poorly written, but my own take based on one of the hc’s written by @hissmajestty (it’s not letting me attach a direct link, I’m so sorry!) in their leon post. credit to this hc is all theirs :3

[vilsoo]

𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 ⌇LEON KENNEDY

vampire!reader x prince!leon || WC: 3,626

𖤐 SYNOPSIS. you’ve had your eye on prince leon for a long time, impersonating as a sweet duchess developing an ardent relationship with him. but with your dark intentions, you crave for nothing but his blood and to corrupt him as a vampire…

𖤐 WARNINGS. historical royalty au, duchess!reader, coercion so dubcon warning, seduction, hypnosis, eventual smut, bathtub sex, marking, neck biting, blood drinking, mentions of killing, loss of innocence, kinda ooc leon, multiple orgasms.

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“Your grace. There is a nice, hot bath prepared just for you in the master bathroom.”

Your gaze settles onto Prince Leon as you were reading a book on your sofa, drinking in the very sight of him. He felt his own heartbeat stomp through his ribcage from how ravishing you looked under the pale moonlight radiating from your window, dressed in your nightgown and the enamoring glimmer in your eyes drizzling into his skin, buzzing in all directions of his soul. You see him with his embellished suit off and only his white dress shirt, a sign that he would be retiring back to his chambers soon for the night.

You’ve favored each other for the longest. You knew that Prince Leon had deep, incandescent feelings for you, the darling duchess of España, but was too abashed to confess. And even though there was a lingering part of you that shares the same feelings, your heart wasn’t in the right place. No desire for love, commitment, marriage, or even the title of queen in the kingdom once Leon inherits his title as king. Only a handsome man like him can writhe you into a carnal fervor, your dark desire growing stronger like a restless, insatiable hunger…

The forbidden lust and tension between you two was tormenting to even bear every second you spend time together; you wanted him in ways that he could never imagine, all those filthy, vivid dreams filling your mind. The passion, the roughness, the danger, the urge to corrupt that sweet, innocent soul… Moments in time when you’re both alone was like playing with fire and ice, aware that such ravenous desire and yearning for each other could be intoxicating…

Prince Leon lends a hand for you as you stand before him, your beautiful, genuine smile causing his heart to flutter. “Why, thank you, Your Highness. I’ll be on my way right now.”

“No need for formalities, remember?” Leon smiled back, still holding onto your hand that his thumb involuntarily grazes your fingers. Your gaze flickers down on his hands and then up into his face, fighting the urge to inch ever so closely to feel his lips on yours.

“Right. Well, are you retiring to bed for the night?”

“I was on my way, but… if you have any requests before I go, I’ll be of service.”

Slowly letting go of his hand, your longing gaze drifts to the bay windows, a silent statement that you didn’t want him to leave just yet. Coronation is just in three days and Leon will become king. Ever since you were inherited duchess, you’ve waited so long for this very moment… Not to celebrate Leon and partake in festivities, but to celebrate your own triumph...

The triumph of finally drinking his blood.

“Will you help me unlace my dress?” you requested ever so fondly. Leon looked as if every fiber of his being seized at the question, rendered motionless and his jaw slightly slackened.

“Uh, are you— are you sure, your grace?” he stammered. “You’re comfortable with me… touching you like that? Wouldn’t we be in some sort of trouble…?”

His innocence prompted a chuckle from you, coyly slanting your head at him with the right kind of heat and ardor pooling in your flaunting eyes. Immediately his mind is haunted by the hollow embrace of your gaze. Oh how you loved enticing the prince without lifting a finger, that he couldn’t help but to get lost in you, already undressing you with his eyes.

“Oh, Leon. You said you’d be of service for me tonight. Why would I get you into trouble?” You simpered, whirling your body around to reveal your delicate frill laced corset beautifully tied into a bow. Though the prince was hesitant to even lay a finger on your enamoring body, he would forever adorn your warming embrace, urging him to please you and surrender to your unfair seduction.

“Forgive me. You know how I tend to be… wary of your grace. I would do anything as you please.”

A smile stretches across your face, emitting soft sighs of relief as Leon loosens up your dress and the pressure finally lifted from your waist. The steady pace of beating hearts and slowed breathing, his calloused hands lightly brushing against your back, the shape of your body seeping into his mind… Your body has already succumbed to this desiring aroma, addicted to each other with such burning ecstasy.

“I worry that once you’re king, the circumstances between us may change,” you murmured as Leon loosened the last section of lace, whirling around to meet his eyes once again.

He held back the urge to lean forward, to finally taste those saccharine lips of yours bathed under the moonlight, to kiss you for reassurance; even though he knew that you did not belong to him...

“Y/N. You know how deeply I favor you. Being a king may have more responsibilities, but that doesn’t mean not spending time with you. Surely that is something I won’t ever miss out on,” the prince professes, ever so sweetly.

“Oh, Leon...” Another warm, genuine smile and a soft chuckle was all you replied with, clutching your loosened dress to cover your semi-exposed chest as you made your way to the master bathroom. “If your desire to spend more time alone with me is true, will you partake in more favors for me?”

“Of course, your grace. Anything.”

You hummed. “Will you light the candles in the bathroom, please? You know I love the ones you gave me.”

Leon scoffed softly, finding your demure request oddly adorable. “As you wish, your grace.”

As he lights a match from your fireplace to transfer to your bathroom, your dress had already pooled around your ankles, completely naked as Leon saunters back and flinched in shock from accidentally averting his eyes on your bare skin. “Your— your grace!” he stammers again, shielding his face away from your direction. “Forgive my eyes, I— I didn’t know you disrobed so quickly— I will be taking my leave—“

“Leon,” you assured, also piqued by how adorable he was. “There’s absolutely no need for that at all. I still require your presence.”

The prince cleared his throat, his head still turned away and eyes fixated onto the wall. “Oh, uh— of course. As long as you are comfortable, I won’t leave your side…”

“Will you look at me when I am speaking as well?”

As much as Prince Leon was flustered from your risqué behavior stemming from nowhere, he couldn’t bring himself to disobey your commands. And though he was of much higher status, being heir to the throne, while you were of a lower rank than him, he always felt rather inclined to serve and satisfy you. When his frantic eyes drifts ever so slowly onto your nude body, the depths of his blood rushed to meet the surface of his cheeks. A slow inhale he took as if he breathed the sight of you in, effortlessly seducing his thoughts…

“What’s the matter?” you spoke, his eyes never leaving the beguiling sight of your body as you dipped your feet in the bathtub.

“Um— nothing, nothing. It’s just… you may have stolen my breath away once again, your grace.”

“Once again?” you teased. “Ah, how could I forget your expression after seeing me in my gown during our tea party in the gardens a week ago...”

With the dandelion colored candlelight dancing off the rippling water, you submerged in the warm bath of rose petals and lavender, the sweet aroma of affection, serenity, and fondness filling the air. Leon was undeniably enticed. As if you wrapped him under a spell with such wanton lust, every soft whisper and every alluring gaze you give each other unleashing a storm of temptation. He felt inclined to feel closer to you as you washed yourself, right beside your grand bathtub, his shadow towering over you.

“Your grace. As honest as I am with you as you are with me... I believe we both know exactly why you require my presence tonight,” he mutters, beginning to unbutton his shirt.

Your eyes widened in utter shock, a facade of panic when deep down you were so close to getting exactly what you’ve wanted. “Leon? Are you— Are you disrobing?”

“Are you planning to make me beg for this? I can’t handle it any longer. And I know you can’t either,” he mutters passionately, lulling your heart from his poetic confession. “Just say the words, my dearest. Tell me what you want.”

Behind those mesmerizing shades in your eyes leave something much more desirable that Leon can sense. Your doe, heated eyes behind the blinds of time, slowly traveling up his chest and bare skin, lips parting like an invitation for him. You tried so hard maintaining your blood thirst that it took every fiber of your being to hold yourself back for years now. It was like a blaring siren overtaking your ears, your chest thundering and pounding erratically, and your gut screaming at you that it was finally time to feast on the man you’ve been keeping your eye on for so long…

“Leon… If we do this, we must—“

“—be discreet, yes. There was nobody around before I entered, your grace. Everybody else had retired to their chambers.”

You stammered on your own words as he undoes the rest of his undergarments, shielding your eyes and turning away as he dips into the rose petal bath. If only he knew your veneer bashfulness towards him, wickedly hypnotizing him with your sultry eyes and mind…

“Your grace. Is this alright with you?” he reassures. “You can, uh… turn around whenever you’re comfortable.”

Ever so slowly you face him, inhaling deeply and sighing softly at the sight of his flesh and body before you. His skin drizzled with drops of water was so beautiful, pale and mysterious, a man that walked straight out of your twisted fairytale. Your hands moved as if it possessed a mind of its own, delicately caressing him and ambling closer to the point he can breathe you in. Just how longer can you bear yourself around him?

“My prince,” you passionately whisper, inclining your neck to take in his warm bright blue eyes and the tingling feeling of his nose brushing against yours.

The bathroom was dimly lit, glinted in darker shades; somber, sultry, and sacred. All air had escaped your lungs, panting heavily and trembling lips parted like an invitation for each other. The gap between you was now inevitably thin. Leon’s hands slide down the slope of your ribs and the curves of your hip, a thrilling shiver coursing in your veins.

“Yes. I can’t begin to explain how much of a… wicked man I am for you,” he murmurs. “You effortlessly bewitch and beguile me. And I must—I must not only tell, but show these strong feelings I have for you. It torments my soul every morning and every night…”

“As does mine, Leon…”

“Tonight, right here in this bath we share… You’re my queen. I live to please and satisfy you, Y/N.”

He dips his head further, pulling you by the neck and settling onto his lips, smiling in between your passionate kiss. Hands wandering the perfect canvas of his skin, he was pressed against the walls of the bathtub as you melted into the kiss. Not only can you taste him, but you can smell his blood so up close, an inferno of passion which was also your tempestuous hell. Your heart became a cauldron, ablaze with yearning and maddening, pulsing blood lust. In a rapturous fervour, your body falls under your unquenched, carnal hunger for him.

“I love you, Y/N,” you hear him murmur. “I love you, I love you, I love you… Let us consume each other right here.”

Consume each other…

Your eyes were forced shut, concealing the wicked change of color in your eyes, emerging into your primal, vampire state. You enchant him with lips grazing against his neck, breathing slowly as his human scent invades you tremendously. He arches his neck with the back of his head resting on the bathtub’s edge, eyes closed in ecstasy from the way you drizzled his body with kisses that were soon to be your markings. Your rapacious desire, your dangerous craving and insatiable taste for blood that no one could ever know, not even the prince himself, has finally risen like the full moon. Terror was now your fine embodiment…

“Oh, Leon… I’ve always wondered what you taste like.”

You finally bared your fangs, its sharpness shining in the light of the moonshine peaking through the windows. Your piercing, cranberry-colored eyes flickered one last time onto Leon’s face like a predator feening on its prey that it just captured. His eyelids began to flutter as he gazed upon the ceiling like he was lost in his own world, somewhat contemplating the words you just spoke of. But as the candelight flickered and the air thickened, you were ready to feed.

“Taste like..?”

With no warning your fangs sink deep into his neck, draining him so harshly as you enthralled in your long-awaited bloodgasm and feral lust. His body beneath you squirmed and writhed, his eyes meeting your predatory, bone-chilling gaze as he was about to scream and shriek from the pain and terror. But you cover his mouth, hissing as he struggled to escape from your grasp until you feel his body going cold, his eyes falling heavy, his heart beating slowly, breath hitching, and his strength staggering. You kept marking him all over his neck and chest, robbing him of his delicious blood that you were sent into a frenzy, intoxicated state. A beautiful bloodgasm.

“Your grace, what— what are you…?” Leon groggily whispers, rendered numb and dazed from how much blood you drained out of him. “Are you— are you gonna kill me?!”

You may have felt a little remorseful for ruining him like this, but after all, this was your mission from the beginning. Nothing but an ardent relationship that arbitrarily developed into something much deeper, where you kept holding back on the days you were dutied to drink him then kill him. You can see the betrayal and longing behind his eyes. The fear staggering in his ribs that you can feel his heart thundering. He was still under your spell, hypnotized and mystified by your seduction, which was why he didn’t react so frantic or hostile. Perhaps he was riveted deep down, stupefied beyond belief of who you really are behind your lovely facade… The poor Prince Leon was a goddamn fool.

“I won’t... If you be obedient for me,” you reassured to him tantalizingly, noticing him quiver as you ran your sharpened lacquered almond nails down his chest.

“So this was your plan all along…? Reveal yourself to me before I’m crowned king?” Leon retaliates weakly. “How were… how were you able to live without… drinking blood?”

“What do you think happened to all our prisoners in the dungeons? All the innocent civilians going missing and found dead from loss of blood,” you smirked, Leon’s blood still draped all over your lips, teeth, and chin. “You should be grateful that you’re the only man I’ve shown mercy to. And with all my markings on your Heavenly body… you may be fatigued from how much I drank, but you’re still alive and useful. For now.”

Leon growled in frustration his nose flaring and his breath hitching, unable to fathom his demise. He still couldn’t move his arms, for all of his limbs remained numb and his strength rendered docile. “Damn you! What— what is it that you really want, Y/N? I know you’re not only thirsting after my blood— I demand an answer!”

“You… you will be my consort as we terrorize this kingdom and its people together, leaving us as the rightful vampire heirs,” you taunted, seizing every nerve in Leon’s modified body. “The night we have our dinner party, our guests will be treated with a special meal— paralyzing them just for us to feed on their blood and celebrate our triumph. The more we feed, the more we become powerful.”

“I— I would never!” the prince retorts, his voice suddenly cracking from his surge of emotions washing over him. “I loved you, Y/N! This wasn’t… this wasn’t the future I wanted with you…”

“That’s such a shame. With the changes going on in your body right now, our bloodlust future together is inevitable. You already belong to me, Prince Leon Kennedy.”

Moonlight washes over his face, eyes wincing from how rapid his heart was thundering in his chest. Every nerve in his body was on high-alert, tearing inside him in such agonizing, razor-sharp pain. In that fleeting moment, with every heavy breath he takes as his body surrenders to this brain-fazing sensation, he was no longer himself. Your daunting words and hypnotism dwells within his skull, corrupting him in vulgar, ravenous ways.

Not one word was spoken as he embraced the roaring pain slashing in his body like acid. He felt enraged. He felt animalistic. He felt thirsty. He felt… plagued by such a forbidden desire, your seduction like grotesque death to him. Corrupted by lust, he is now a dark incarnate. No longer a human. No longer a king.

He was a bloodlusted man that serves his only purpose of pleasuring you.

“I— I belong to you, Your Grace.”

You smiled a wicked smile, catching a glimpse of Leon’s new fangs as he parts his lips for you like an invitation. The innocence, purity, and humanity that would pool behind his beautiful eyes is now ravaged with salacious filth and hunger. His humanity and dignity will now forever remain unobtainable. With the man you loved and favored reborn as one of the most deadliest, sinister creatures to scorch the Earth, you were an indestructible pair…

Leon tossed away his chastity, his honor, his celibacy the moment your lips clashed together, savoring every bit of each other to engrave in your minds. His immoral lust was a feast of flavors that blazed wildly like an untamed flame. A low growl in his throat as he kissed you so hard and rough, wanting you to bite down on his lips with your sharp fangs. Sensations coursed through his body, transferring to your flesh. Water mixed with blood was splashing onto the floor as Leon tried to push you against the wall this time for control, but he your affect rendered the depraved man docile. He couldn’t win over you, no matter how physically capable he was.

“Your— Your grace,” he gasped, looking down at the water as your swollen cunt started grinding against his aching cock. “Please, I need to feel you… I’ve been waiting for so long to experience this ecstasy with you…”

“Oh, my poor prince,” you feigned a pout, planting kisses on neck and behind his earlobe. “Vampires don’t make love. Vampires don’t indulge in intimacy… We only consume. We ravage. Human blood and power is our lustful cravings for eternity, but you, Leon… Your love is the only lethal drug I can inject into my bloodstream to satiate me.”

“I don’t care what I am anymore, Y/N. As a human, as a king, as a vampire, as a dead man… I’ll always be a cruel, withered man crawling back to you with maddening hunger. My lustful craving was always you. You alone satiate me more than anything in this rotten world.”

You had no idea what took over you at that passionate, endearing moment shared with Leon… but everything fell foggy as you were sitting on top of his cock and kissing him at the same time, hearing the water sloshing around as you moved your hips on him with sultry rolls. He felt better than you had fantasized before; pinpricks of electricity and intensity blossoming inside you, hearing him whimper and groan in your ears as he fills you up so good. It was a whirlwind of pleasure and torture, carnality and filth, intimacy and immorality… Your body enthralled in the exquisite affection Leon has been longing for, causing you to betray your heartless nature.

Leon as a newborn didn’t get a chance to drink a human’s blood, but this fervent moment with you was saccharine of all things. Your pussy wrapped around his cock was like coveted treasure, his prized possession, pulsing erratically inside you that he wanted to release. Holding your waist in his large hands, he’d buck his hips and fuck into you as you held onto him. Such filthy, cloying sounds you made as you threw your head back, him holding your waist up and forcing you to take all of it. He adorned you, every inch of your crevice, every part of your wicked, corrupted soul.

Orgasm after orgasm, rippling waves after waves, crying the most beautiful hymn that Leon has ever heard. You’ve never been so defeated and plagued by tenderness, by passion, by several love confessions from Leon. But you were undeniably raptured from how hard you both kept coming and coming in the heat of the moment, clinging onto each other as you made love and recited your vows in the bathtub.

“Such an obedient man you are for me,” you praised. “As my consort in our new kingdom, what else can you do for me?”

Leon, smitten and trapped in a daze by you, no longer possessed humanity. No morality, no rectitude, no virtue. As long as he can thrive off pleasuring you, he will fall to his knees and always be at your command.

“I will kill for you, Your Grace...”

ALL WORKS BELONG TO VILSOO © 2023. do not steal, plagiarize, translate, or repost/share any of my works on any social media where minors have access. original art here (artist unknown)

inspired by the bathtub scene from Queen of the Damned (2002) and “Knight of Relaxation” by Naudio on Quinn.

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[pinkkittysaw]

BUT I CAN’T STOP STARING IN THOSE EVIL EYES

title is based off a lyric in lady gaga’s MONSTER

my halloween night of horrors masterlist can be found here!

pairing: plaga leon s. kennedy x plaga f!reader

summary: while wandering through an ill kept factory, you and leon grow closer in unimaginable ways due to unforeseen circumstances

word count: 5,648

content: NSFW (minors + ageless blogs DNI you will be blocked!) minor dub-con (in the beginning), slightly rough leon, mind control, notes of voyuerism, fingering, male masturbation, boot humping, minor breast/nipple play, unprotected p in v, creampie, breeding, degradation, praise, petnames (baby, princess, sweetie) leon steps on you, reader is wearing a skirt

*some things to note: though saddler is willing leon and reader into having sex, they both want to sleep with each other of their own volition regardless of the plaga’s influence, it’s the circumstances surrounding it that makes them apprehensive

there are lines of dialogue from RE4R used in paragraphs 12, 14-15, 18, 23 & 39. i do not claim to own these lines or any media from Capcom

a/n: first time writing for leon so please be kind!!! i am just a simple mouse girl :( i thought it’d be interesting to write the plaga “overtaking” him and reader in a sense, watching his mood change drastically much like how it does in the OG RE 4 in this scene with ada (choking cw)

divider by @/benkeibear

You stare at the huge chunk of amber in front of you; it's pretty. The reflecting light gives it a soft orange hue, brightening the dull room it inhabits. After closer inspection, you notice what appears to be hundreds, if not thousands, of Las Plagas encased in the resin. You were almost too scared to be looking at them for so long, fearful that the parasites would jump out at you from their confinement once you crossed a certain threshold.

Cocking your head to the side, you think aloud, "I wonder if this is where they extract the plaga."

Leon, who's rummaging around the room looking for any spare supplies, pipes up, "Who knows? I certainly don't feel like waiting around to find out. Come on." He waves you over, walking toward the exit after determining that none of the scrap in the room was worth taking.

"Alright," you agree, beginning to move towards him.

Then, all of a sudden, your movements are halted, unable to continue forward. "Fuck, no no no,” you think to yourself. Leon looks behind his shoulder, noticing that you haven't moved from your position.

"What are you doing? Let's go." You can barely speak, clenching your teeth together as you force the words out.

"I can't fucking move." You demonstrate your lack of mobility as you attempt to force your body forward, but the most that happens is the slight twitching of your arm and legs.

"What?" Leon's about to stride over to you when the door opens behind him. He's quick on his feet, his gun in the air, aiming his pistol at the tall figure and a group of robed cultists that soon follow him into the room.

"Welcome, my children," he states as the two followers remove the hood of his purple robe, the rest filing around the two of you.

"I am Osmund Saddler. The speaker for our Lord."

Leon, obviously fed up with all the loony bullshit, shoots Saddler straight in the eye. "Tell someone who gives a shit."

Saddler reels back from the shot but doesn't die, staying hunched over due to the impact. "Foolish lambs," he scoffs. "Why do you deny grace?" The volume of his voice rises, and all at once, Leon keels over, taking a knee as he almost completely falls to the floor in front of you, now frozen in place while his gun falls from his hands.

You try to reach out to him, but your movements are stunted.

"Now, abandon your body." Your body is not your own.

"Obey, obey the voice of our lord," Saddler commands as your forced motions bring you closer to Leon. There's a ringing in your ears as he gives you orders; the noise is so piercing that you're ready to stuff your ears full of cotton just to make it stop.

Leon's now back on his feet, his veins turning black against his skin as his arm reaches out to you. His body trembles as he extends forward. You're compelled to move onward slowly, reaching down for Leon's pistol.

"Stop, please," you plead, your wrist swaying back and forth as the gun locks onto Leon. "No," you grit, resisting with everything you have while your arm continues to wobble. Tears stream down your face as you're forced to pull the trigger, shooting one of the cultists to Leon's side, watching them drop dead to the floor.

"Sweet child, do not resist." His commands turn into scolding. The ringing in your ears gets louder as your arm moves again. "Please," you wail into the open air, willing to give anything as long as it meant that he stayed alive. The trigger is pulled again, and the other masked figure drops to the ground.

Leon's face coils up, and his body jerks, trying to reach you, but to no avail.

"I'm sorry," you whisper as you pull the trigger for the final time, scrunching up your eyes, not wanting to witness his lifeless body drop to the floor. The gun clicks and falls in front of you while you collapse onto your knees, sobbing onto the floor beneath, your tears staining the dark concrete floors.

Leon is released from his own entrapment and rushes over to comfort you, placing both his hands on your shoulders. "Are you okay?"

It's funny, you think, in a twisted sort of way. You almost killed him, and here he was, asking if you were alright.

"Pray forgive these wicked sinners," Saddler exhales while shaking his head. Leon's about to lunge for his gun when you're both halted once more.

"Injecting one's blood with the plaga isn't the only way to diffuse it among the populous."

Both you and Leon are manipulated until you're standing in front of each other, his hand reaching out to grab at your hip.

"What are you doing?"

"It's not me, I-"

He gets cut off by Saddler. "The plaga can reproduce sexually as well as through implantation." And it's all of a sudden that you feel a certain heat growing inside you—desire, a sort of carnality—and if the crimson on Leon's cheeks is anything to go by, he's feeling it too. There's a certain glint in his eyes now, a hunger that wasn't there before. Both his and your irises turn a bright vermillion as the plaga fully takes control. It's overwhelming. All of your senses are heightened, now very much cognizant of Leon's hand on your hip, the warmth of his skin permeating through your skirt. All you want now is for him to bend you over and take you.

You shake your head in the hopes of clearing your mind. God, when did you start harboring such intense feelings for him like this? This can't be okay, can it? He saved your life. He's a government agent simply doing his job to rescue you from this hell hole. That's what these feelings are—just misplaced appreciation. You try to reason with yourself as the growing need between your legs calls more and more for your attention.

"What the hell's going on?" Your voice is harsh as it cuts through the air. Leon's grip tightens on your hip, almost as if he's holding himself back.

"Is it not obvious, sweet child? You two have perfect compatibility as sexual mates, and since you're both able to resist killing each other, I'll just have to change my line of thinking and make things easier for you."

"Don't be ridiculous," Leon grunts.

"Why deny it? It's quite clear that you're attracted to each other."

"I barely even needed to coax the plaga into doing anything."

As fucked up as this entire situation was, Saddler wasn't wrong, at least in regard to your side of things. You were intrigued by Leon from the moment he found you, rescuing you after being hog-tied and thrown into one of the wardrobes of an abandoned cabin. He was still incredibly handsome, even if you didn't trust him at first. From the subtle bounce of his soft ashen hair when he jogged to the bulge of his biceps whenever he slicked his fingers through the silky strands and how he was so protective over you, so kind. You could go on and on listing the things you found attractive about him. How he looked suplexing zealots, the slope of his nose bridge, his little smirk after roundhousing ganados, the thickness of his thighs, the swell of his **very** defined chest, and god, his ass. His cute, full-pert ass that you could just-

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

This isn't right. You shouldn't be thinking of him this way, but no matter how much you try to resist, you're always coaxed back into these feelings of sensuality. You'd be lying if you said you didn't think of him fucking you against one of the crumbling walls in the village, holding you so tightly against him while he tugs on your tits. Arousal pools in your panties as heat rushes to your face at the thought.

"Fuck," you murmur, and Leon looks over at you, his breath more labored than before. 

"Submit your bodies and release yourself from fear!" Saddler booms, waving his staff around in the air. It's then that you feel Leon's hand underneath your skirt, cupping your mound through your tights, his other hand still gripping at your waist. 

"Leon-" you say exasperatedly.

"I'm sorry, I just..." he leans into you, inhaling your scent. "I'm sorry." His lips press into the side of your neck, slowly moving against the sensitive skin. It's so gentle and kind, and if you close your eyes, you can almost pretend that you're somewhere else, not in a dusty room of an old factory, being coerced to have sex through the means of a parasite.

"You're so soft...smell so good," he mumbles into your ear. Even if you're forced to fuck in front of Saddler and his devotees, Leon at least wants his words of care and fondness to be private—to be yours.

You can't help but moan out loud at his ministrations on your neck, feeling your skin crawl with a newfound heat. Your nipples pebble in your bra, and how desperately you want his hands to be on your breasts, kneading them. You wrap your arms around his neck, curling your fingers into the smooth, pale tresses at his nape.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he confesses over and over. He knows this is wrong. He should have a stronger will than this. He shouldn't be sleeping with the hostage he was tasked with saving. This wasn't how it was supposed to go, if at all. He probably wouldn't have confronted his feelings in any other circumstances, seeing how wildly inappropriate they were. He would've rather taken you somewhere nice—maybe a fancy hotel—and do all the sappy, romantic shit you deserve—the candles, the music, the mood lighting. It'd be sweet and kind, but no. Instead, you get this, being made to breed like cattle. The only comfort he can offer is through his words, his mind trying to fight against the plaga, but you smell too good, your skin so supple and warm against his mouth; it's almost as if he can feel the blood pulsing through your jugular vein. He gently grazes his teeth over the area, biting and pulling the skin taught.

"Don't apologize. You feel good too," you exhale, pushing your chest against his.

"I shouldn't let this sick bastard have so much control over me, but god, you feel so good against me," he groans, worming his hand under the band of your tights and underwear. You loll your head back as his assault on your neck continues. He sucks the skin gently as the worn leather of his gloves makes its presence known against your mound. His finger swipes between your slit, gathering the wetness leaking from your entrance to rub soft circles on your clit.

"Christ, you're already so wet for me, baby," he groans against your neck, your breath hitching at his words.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" An amused tilt now present in his voice, the soft circles on your clit continuing as he speaks against your throat. "You like me calling you baby?"

"Yeah," you mewl, your hand reaching down to grip his forearm.

"That's it. Just focus on me making you feel good." Your cute noises cause blood to rush to his cock, making it stiffen in his pants. Your head rests against his chest as he continues to play with you.

"You want my fingers, baby?"

"Yes," you pant, pressing your face into the middle of his chest. He lets out a lighthearted chuckle, his digit circling your entrance before sinking into your warm cunt. "Oooh, you're so tight, sweetie. Squeezing my finger real nice."

"I can't wait til you're on my cock." he mumbles against your throat once again, smirking. His finger curls deep into your soaked pussy, thrusting in and out as you grind against his palm.

"Yes, yes, yes," you gasp, his lips resuming the suckling of your skin as he adds another finger, stuffing your cunt with their thickness, the leather of his gloves wet with your slick as it glides against your clit. You look down from his chest to see his hardened cock starting to poke through his utility pants. Your hand wriggling down to slowly palm him through the fabric, a soft moan rearing from his throat at your touch.

Through feeling him against your palm, he seems to be an impressive size, definitely girthy from what you can make out.

You slide your hand back and forth against the crotch of his pants, his hips lightly bucking into you as a grumbled "fuck" falls from his lips. He sounds so hot when he moans, and you want to hear more.

"I need you to come for me, sweetheart. I need your pussy on my cock so bad." He curls his fingers some more, hitting that soft, spongey spot that makes you see stars. A few more thrusts from his digits and nudges from his palm have you arching into him, his mouth swooping down to swallow your moans through a kiss. He's the only one that gets to hear you cum, despite the audience you both have.

He keeps his fingers stuffed in your cunt as you ride out your orgasm, the sensation of your pussy squeezing down on him making his head whirl in anticipation.

"That's it. That's a good girl," he murmurs, guiding you through the waves.

Despite having just came, you're still just as eager, if not more so, to palm him through his black cargos. 

"Easy, easy. You'll have me soon enough," he coos in an attempt to pacify you, removing your hand from his erection while you whine and grumble in response to the loss of touch, wanting him to mount you already.

He guides you onto the floor, laying you flat on the chilled concrete. The cold seeps into your clothes and skin, causing you to shiver almost uncomfortably so as you arch your back, spreading your legs as far as they'll go in your tight skirt. You take to palming your tits through your top, desperate for any kind of prolonged pleasure. 

"Someone's needy," he chuckles to himself while he looms over you, his broad shoulders casting a large shadow over your form.

"Come on, you'll be a good girl for me, won't you?" He moves to remove both of his belts, unbuckling them and letting them drop to the floor. Perhaps it wasn't the smartest decision to leave himself so exposed, but neither of you could be bothered enough to care.

The next thing to come off was his shoulder holster, the leather straps meeting the other discarded materials on the floor. It's only after his confines are removed that he begins pleasuring himself, reveling in your position on the floor, legs spread deliciously while the rest of you becomes utterly debauched, your expression filled with nothing other than need and want.

You whine out a little, desperate for his touch even after the fact. He smirks while walking toward you, his heavy boots echoing throughout the room with loud thuds til he stops just short of your cunt and sneers. Something about him is different. 

He plants his foot atop your mound, grinding the sole into your folds. There's no real force behind it, but it's oppressive and demeaning. He's not the same Leon. The Leon who told dumb jokes at every opportune moment, who ate multicolored herbs, both raw eggs and fish WHOLE, yet looked at you as if you were the crazy one for refusing, choosing not to believe him when he said they'd "mend your wounds." This was not the same Leon who pulled you aside after you ran off scared, giving you words of reassurance and encouragement just as he had throughout this whole endeavor. No, this Leon was more sinister.

Your whines and mewls get a little more pathetic, rolling your hips and grinding yourself on his boot in a desperate attempt for any friction that he'd give you—which wasn't much, but still, anything was better than nothing!

In the midst of your pouting, you catch Saddler's eye. His expression is blank, almost as if he were watching paint dry. His attendants were dismissed by this point, as they had no need to witness the impregnation take place. You can't help but stare at him, his eyes oddly captivating, unable to help but wonder what he thinks of this. Surely he’s the one controlling you both, but is this a last effort of sorts? Making two "subjects" fuck like rabbits just for the sake of spreading his message, his word, and his so-called "vision" Was sex something that he looked down on? Something shameful?

You're pulled out of your thoughts when Leon whistles at you. "Would you rather fuck him instead, princess?" He jeers in a mocking tone. You frown and furrow your brows, glaring at him as you deliver a bratty "no" in response.

"Then keep your eyes on me, yeah?" He sneers as he grinds his heel into you some more, swiping his foot from side to side, knocking the grooves into your clit. He laughs as you continuously mewl into the air, squeezing your tits through your clothes, begging for more attention. Instead of aiding you in your frustrated disposition, he decides to be a little crueler, reaching down to palm his cock through his pants. His head lolls back as he lets out a soft groan, the sound causing more arousal to flood in between your legs.

You moan, your eyes scanning his features—the bob of his Adam's apple, the softness of his jaw, the way his teeth dig into the plush of his bottom lip.

Deciding to prod further, he pulls out his leaking cock from his pants, and you can't help the gasp that escapes you at the sight. He has an adorable ash-blonde happy trail running down his navel that fans into darker, coarse curls at the base of his cock. It has a slight left curve to it and a pretty pink tip. The look of it is tantalizing and mouth-watering. Your mind is flooded with every memory you’ve had of wanting Leon to fuck you silly during this godforsaken nightmare. Now you have a visual to go along with your many fantasies—a pretty cock for an equally pretty man.

You expected him to be in a hurry to fuck you, but he does something unexpected. He keeps his foot on your cunt. You attempt to sit up, your abdomen contracting as you begin to move upward, when he plants his boot on your chest instead, right on your sternum, effectively pushing you flat on your back again.

"Did I give you permission to move?" He stares, cocking his head and quirking a brow, looking down at you as if he were scolding a misbehaving puppy. His carmine irises meet yours as you attempt to shove off his foot by his ankle, though soon finding it pointless as the boot remains firm and steady against you.

You shake your head with a petulant "no," grumbling as his foot takes hold of your chest, pressing lightly on your rib cage, making it somewhat difficult to breathe.

"Then don't get greedy," he chastises, moving his boot back to its previous position on your cunt, leaving a muddy footprint in its wake. Instead of providing you with the friction you wanted, his limb now lays idle against you.

You frown at the brown stain left on your top, glaring at him once more. "You ruined my shirt!"

"I'll tell you what: when this is all said and done, I'll get you a new top. How bout that princess?"

You roll your eyes, grumbling as his hand moves toward his mouth, yanking off his fingerless gloves with his teeth and tossing them among the pile of his other forgotten items.

Warm palms slither down his torso, making their way to his cock, where he squeezes the base, shaking it in the air a tad, teasing you with it.

It's well-known at this point how much you desire him. The plaga floods both of you with nothing but thoughts of you two fucking each other. He watches you eye his cock thoroughly, gnawing at your bottom lip with how badly you wanted him to fill you up.

He languidly begins to pump his hand up and down, precum leaking from his pretty tip all the way down his shaft, creating all the slip he needs. You start to buck your hips against his boot, desperate for your own pleasure, which he still refuses to give you. His hand continues to move along his cock; the rough callouses on his palm are a stark contrast to the glisten of his slick-covered dick.

You huff and puff as he continues to jerk off, growing tired of being teased and tormented. His thumb glides along the slit of his cock head, causing his hips to buck and shudder. You were like a rabbit on a treadmill, his cock being the carrot on the string you were being teased with, so close yet so far...

"Leon, you're being mean," you scowl, feeling grumpy and grouchy, tired of his damn games, your panties soaked through with your arousal, craving any sort of attention.

"Mean?" he asks, pressing his foot further into you, pumping himself a smidgen faster while his pectoral muscle begins to bounce with his quickened pace.

"If I were mean, I'd make you cum just like this while you watch me jack off."

"And since you want to act like such a little brat, maybe that's exactly what I'll do." He speeds up again, twirling his wrist as he fucks his fist, his grunts and groans filling the air among your whines.

"No, no, no, no," you cry, watching him buck into his hand as the slick makes his cock even more slippery.

A pink hue floods his cheeks as heat builds in his body, sweat gathering on the threads of his clothes.

"No?" he mocks with a feigned pout. "You want my cock that badly, huh? Want it to fill you up? Stuff you full?"

"Mhm," you nod incessantly, heat flooding your own face as well, the arousal so overwhelming that you feel as if you’ll burst.

"Why don't you beg for it? Beg for my cock."

You look at him apprehensively. Was he really gonna make you beg for him like a cock-hungry fool?

"I'm not joking about finishing you off with my boot. You'll get no dick and no cum." His efforts hastened, his hips twitching every so often. He’s serious, and so are you, so despite your "strong-willed bratty nature," you beg and you plead for his cock like a good girl.

"Please gimme your cock, Leon. Need it so bad. Need you to fuck me dumb; turn my brain into mush."

"I think you can do better than that princess," he smirks down at you, huffing slightly from the continued pleasure.

Your words turn into a slew of pleas and jumbled moans varying from saying you'll "die without his dick," "how badly you need it," and "how desperate you are for it," all of which boil down to you whining please over and over and over. When he's finally decided that you've made your case, he staves off his release, gripping the base of his cock so as not to finish right in his hand.

He drops to his knees, grabbing and pulling you towards him by your hips, your thighs settling on either side of his while he hovers over you. All his movements are quick and hasty in nature as he hikes up the bottom of your skirt over your pelvis, allowing you to spread your legs further and welcome him into the warmth between your thighs.

He stares down at your black tights below him, now transparent enough to see through to your pale-colored underwear from the fabric being stretched so far. He wastes no time in grabbing the crotch of your tights at the seam and effectively tearing a huge hole in them, his biceps bulging as he rips the fabric from your body. He stares down at the cute design of your panties as your tights lay in shreds against your leg, his eyes settling on the front of the fabric, the wet splotch soaking through from your previous orgasm.

He moves his hand over to your cunt, running his middle and ring fingers through your slit. He settles on your clit, rubbing the sticky fabric against you as he swirls the bundle of nerves in slow circles.

"I've wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you. I'm surprised that I held out as long as I did without fucking you."

"Leon," you groan. "No more… I wanna feel you, please," you mumble, reaching out to him as a final stand to get what you desperately crave.

He finally gives in, tugging down the waistband of his pants, landing on the swell of his thighs and below the curve of his ass, exposing the stretch marks that litter his hips and upper thighs.

"See something you like, princess?" he teases, pumping his cock a few times in preparation.

"Mhm, mhm," you nod eagerly as he begins to move toward you. Luckily, your panties are spared from his strength as he chooses to simply pull them aside instead of tearing them apart. He mumbles a grumbly "fuck" as he gets a look at your sweet cunt for the first time. The hair covering your mound shines as your arousal spreads throughout your folds. He doesn’t stop himself from running a finger in between the seam of your pussy, gathering the slick on the pad of his digit and sticking it in his mouth, groaning at the taste of your sweetness.

"Delicious," he mutters as he lays his cock against the warm heat of your sex, giving you a closer look at just how big he is.

He lines himself up at your entrance, and without so much as a warning, he thrusts into you down to the base. You arch into him, your breasts pressing into his chest as your back curves in his direction, a hearty moan coming from both of you. He stretches you out better than in your fantasies, your warm, wet walls clenching down on him as he twitches inside.

"Let's take care of this, yeah?" He asks, lifting your upper half into the air and placing you on your elbows. He lifts your top over the peak of your breasts, ogling the sight of your tits filling out your bra, trapped within their confinement, before he's reaching behind you to fumble with the clasp of the garment. A part of you is amused while watching him struggle, but it's not long after that the cups are falling from your body, your breasts free to Leon’s eyes and the open air as he pulls the straps down your shoulders, flinging the undergarment toward the pile of other forgotten items. He decides to keep your shirt on, enjoying the disheveled, fucked-out look you have with your clothes half on and half off, letting the top stay wrinkled above your tits.

"Perfect," he mumbles, moving his head toward your chest to mouth at it, planting open-mouth kisses along the swell of your breast as his hips begin to roll languidly. He gives you a few slow strokes, just to get acquainted with each other's bodies, before it quickly turns into a hurried fucking.

His hips knock into yours in quick succession, his girth smoothing over every ridge and groove in your tight cunt, leaving you panting into the air as he grunts and groans against your breast. His body pressed so tightly against yours.

His lips find your nipple, his tongue swirling around the areola before pulling the nub into his mouth. The roll of his hips and the suckling of your nipple add to your growing pleasure. You buck your hips in tandem with his, desperate to feel every bit of pleasure you can.

"So greedy, huh, princess? Just need your cute cunt, fucked huh? Anything goes as long as you feel good, right?"

You whine, clenching down on him, squeezing his cock tight as he fucks you thoroughly. He pulls away from your chest, grabbing your hips tight in his grasp, his fingers digging deep into your skin.

"God, you’re perfect for me," he mumbles, leaning back so he's standing straight on his knees, his hands pulling you down on his cock as he brutally thrusts back into you. "So perfect for me to breed." You swear you can see a glint in his eyes as he says that, and your pussy pulsates around him even more.

"You like that, huh?" he teases, punctuating every word in the sentence with a brutal thrust. "You like the thought of being all mine? being claimed by me? Me fucking my kids into you? Knocking you up?"

You mewl and wail, nodding and gasping and heaving; the only thing you care about at this moment is him fucking you full of his seed.

The snap of his hips continues to get quicker, your soft breasts bouncing so pretty as you lay beneath him, your worn and fucked-out expression giving him nothing but joy. His rhythm gets so quick that he manages to slip out of your vice-like grip, causing a low and extended whine to draw out from your lips. He chuckles, enjoying how desperate you are for his body, and leans himself into you once more while he guides his cock back into you, his thrusts regaining their previous speed.

His hand pushes one of your thighs toward your chest, rolling his hips deeper so he can more easily hit the spot that makes your eyes cross, the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter as he fucks into you with more vigor. You can’t stop your hands from wandering as you grab the plush of his ass, squeezing the fat while you writhe underneath him. You pant into his mouth, trying to signal him for a kiss, to which he happily obliges, meeting your lips with his as he continues to drive you further and further to the edge.

"Gonna cum for me, princess?"

"Gonna cum on my cock like a good girl?"

"Want it so bad, please?" You moan, sneaking your hand down to the front of your body and rubbing quick circles to your clit.

"Go ahead, princess, cum for me," he mumbles, nestling his head in the crux of your neck, sucking on your pulse point. As his hips continue to thrust into you, you arch intensely into him, moaning loudly as you reach your climax, your eyes rolling into the recesses of your mind as your nails claw into the meat of his ass, leaving pretty, red crescent-shaped divots in his porcelain skin.

You run your hand through his silky blonde strands as you position yourself next to his ear. "Cum with me, Leon," you mutter, still reeling from the aftereffects of your high, the additional thrusting adding to the lingering pleasure still felt. "Cum in me, please. Wanna be stuffed full of you." You lick a stripe up his neck, the salt from his sweat lingering on your tastebuds.

It's a few short and sloppy thrusts later that he's grunting loudly into your skin while he cums, ropes of his seed traveling to your womb.

The door can be heard shutting behind you as Saddler makes his exit, Leon's hips slowing to a full stop once he’s left. With the impregnation going through, he no longer needs to bother himself with whatever the two of you do from here on out.

It’s a few minutes later that the both of you begin to feel normal again, or as normal as you can be given the dire situation. It doesn’t take long for Leon to recover, his baby blues greeting you once more as he snaps to attention, getting himself situated as he puts on his gear and adjusts his clothes, keeping a watchful eye on you as you start to do the same, picking up your bra from his things on the floor.

After getting dressed, he’s immediately at your side. "I'm so sorry. I-"

You cut him off with a finger placed on his lips and a shake of your head. Your face is tired and weary, and your voice a little strained as you tell him, "It's alright."

He’s not willing to argue with you on the ethics of what went down, at least not here, so he decides to put off the conversation til you’re both safe back home, hopefully having figured out some sort of plan by then.

"Are you good enough to move? We shouldn't linger around."

You nod, moving to fully take off your tights before making your departure, seeing as you have no more use for the tattered fabric. The torn material catches his eye, causing embarrassment to rise throughout his face, his cheeks taking on the same rosy hue as before.

"I'll make good on my word, I promise. I’ll get you a new shirt and some tights when we get back. For now…"  He walks towards the exit. "We need to get rid of these damn things," he says, pointing to his chest. He checks his jammed gun, ejecting the magazine and resetting the casing before gesturing you over toward him, readying the weapon in front of him before the two of you begin to make your way out of the factory.

Needless to say, this would NOT be going in his incident report.

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7:18 picture cr. mcscrpn

disclaimer.. f!reader x leon s. kennedy. 18+ only! p w/o plot, p in v, roughness, desperate, very messy, needy reader, leon calls reader baby, puppy, implied size difference, creampie, don't be like them, use protection and practice safe sex. just filthy and indulgent because i want him so bad.

reblogs and feedback are appreciated. requests are open

your hips were rutting down eagerly against leon, like it was your only function— mind so hazy, you could no longer feel the lingering ache in your thighs that urged you to slow down. body glistening in sweat, synced breathing that had the windows of your shared apartment foggy, you had never felt so close to someone before, so connected, and yet you had never yearned for more, more, more.

your arms were under his arms, reaching around to cling onto his back, clawing for a desperate grip on his bulging shoulders, "l-leon.." you squeaked out, blinking until your blurred vision settled on your boyfriend underneath you, with his arms perched up and behind his head, as if his balls weren't pressed up against the plush of your ass and his cock wasn't grazing your cervix whilst your hips squirmed and circled on top of him.

the burning heat was pulsing in your cheeks, out of embarrassment at his lax posture underneath you, yet here you were fucking yourself on his dick like your life depended on it, gotten too excited way too quickly that you pounced on him as soon as he had gotten through the door, it was humiliating.

"why'd you stop?" his head tilted to the side, one of his hands falling from behind his head, taking place at your waist, squeezing and pinching at the skin, god, he looked as though he was sculpted by the gods, beauty marks littered his skin amongst an array of scars. his lips were parted, wet from the sloppy kisses the two of you shared.

leon laughed when he got no response, noticing how dazed you were, only coming to when you felt his hands maneuver your hips, raising them upwards, earning a very disgruntled plea when you didn't feel his cock stuffed inside you anymore, "no, no, i'll keep going." you were almost crying.

"shh, i got you baby, i'm right here." he cooed, ever so gently which contradicted his next movements, leon's lap raised from the couch you were both on, stabilizing his feet before driving his hips up, pushing himself inside your sopping cunt, your body lurching forward, reeling against him.

you couldn't find the strength to push yourself into a more stable position, your eyes were squeezed shut and your whole body was trembling as you were pushed against him, your face smushed into his neck, the smell of him not doing any favors to ground you.

"that's it, let me take care of you puppy." he hummed and you could feel the vibration of his words against your ear, "i know what you want."

he was being excruciatingly slow, cruel- you would say. with both his hands now stable on your waist, your back arching wonderfully so he could make use of you however you wanted, take any angle, and initiate any pace as he so pleased, yet he decided to push up into you leisurely, so you could feel every single inch of him, protruding veins on the underside of his dick deliciously sweeping past all the right nerves inside you, pushing up, up, up until you felt him bottom out, tensing his body when he felt your pussy pulse and squeeze around him, it was pure bliss.

he let out shallow breaths before easing up, "you still with me, sweetheart?" you could tell he had a smug smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he spoke. you lifted your head, being met with his palm cupping your cheek, before pushing around to the back of your head and impelling you forward until the two of your lips pressed against each others.

the kiss was haphazard, tongues dashing out to tangle and sweep against one another, salvia pushing past your lips. a gasp left your lips, head bumping against his when you felt him resume his actions, this time with much more want.

"oh, fuck yeah." he sighed, his other arm snuggly wrapping around your waist, suffocatingly but it felt so good, especially when he started pushing up inside you with much more momentum.

"m-mh!" you mewled out, "yes, like that!"

leon bit his lip between his teeth in concentration as he began a relentless pace, his legs underneath you were flexing as he pumped in and out of your puffy cunt, the sound of skin slapping and the creaking of the couch bouncing off of the walls.

"shit, pussy feels so good," his breathy praise against your ear made your stomach churn and swell in delight.

"you're so, so deep!" you whined out, nails digging into the muscles of his arms.

"u-ughh, m'gonna fuck you stupid, that what you want, hmm?" his tone was condescending, hips quickening to jackhammer up into you, if his arm wasn't gripped securely around your waist you felt like you would've melted into a puddle.

"please, keep going leon." you muffled against his neck, your arms squeezing around him, broken moms continuously falling from your lips.

his pace got erratic, fucking your leaking arousal mixed with his around his cock back into you, “so messy, can you hear it?” he cooed.

you were so sensitive how couldn’t you? you could hear every little squelch and gush and you could feel every rub of the head of his cock inside you, every time he twitched when your cunt incessantly pulsed around him.

his hips didn’t stutter even for a moment, still relentlessly fucking up into you, “i love this pussy, angel, could fuck you all day and night.” he wasn’t lying either, your boyfriend's stamina was no joke.

“poor thing, you’re already spent hmm? close aren’t you baby?” he cooed, stuffing up into your cunt, sticky arousal seeping out to puddle between your thighs, “oh, right there?”

your voice was strained as you wailed out in pleasure, hands flying out until you gripping his other hand, he was thrusting up into a spot that had you seeing stars, feeling euphoric as your stomach flipped and tensed, threatening to snap any moment, “o-oh my god, don’t- don’t stop!” you desperately plead, head pushed against him, drooling down the expanse of his chest.

“good girl, that’s it.” he hummed, “so fucking good.” leon moaned out, he felt pure ecstasy with the way you were pulsing and clamping down on him but he was determined to watch you let it all go first, his hand around your waist loosening to snake around to your front instead, quick and nimble, long fingers rubbing up your thigh until his thumb came in contact with your clit, pushing and swirling the sensitive numb as he fucked up into you, whispering praises in between grunts of pleasure, "i know baby, it's so good hmm?"

“fuck! leon, leon, leon!” you chanted out relentlessly, body trembling as you began climaxing, bouncing on his lap messily as your hand took a harsh grip at the back of his neck, locks of his hair tugging between your fingers.

the feeling was continuous, as though it wouldn’t calm down, nerves on fire, and waves of complete elation were spreading throughout every inch of your body, leon ceased toying with your clit to place both his hands at your hips, eager to chase the same release, his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and quick breathes pushed passes his lips.

“take it, ah!” he hissed out, fingers squeezing into your skin hard enough to bruise whilst he shallowly pumped up into you, eager to empty his balls deep inside your cunt, till he was seeping out of you.

“fuck!” he yelled, head thrown back, muscles in his neck clenched as he raised his hips up, plush against the back of your thighs, spilling burning hot ropes and ropes of cum inside you.

the two of you lay there, bodies sticky with your releases and sweat, heavy breathing as you both calmed down, your head on his chest rising and falling with every heave of a breath he took.

looking up, you met his gaze, a breathless chuckle releasing from his lips, “you’re so cute.” he hummed, thumb wiping away some drool from your lips, swatting away his hand out of embarrassment.

“owch.” you huffed when you raised your hips, feeling your heart thumping out of your chest and the way every muscle screamed for you to relax, “i’m not riding you ever again.” you huffed, a lie.

leon laughed at that, “whatever you say.” you groaned in protest when you felt him squeeze your waist, falling back into his lap, “let me go, you monster!” you gasped, laughter filling up the room when he pressed sweet kisses to your neck and your shoulder, a ticklish feeling.

“this monster stinks and thinks you do too, c’mon, i’m running us a bath.” he announced, lifting you up before you could say another word, feet trialing to the bathroom.

you would’ve told him you had your own legs for a reason, but the last thing you were going to do was complain about being pampered and doted on by the love of your life.

“use the strawberry and peaches soap or i’m kicking you out of the tub.” you pointed to the bottle when he set you on the edge of the tub.

“so mean.” he clutched his chest, pretending to feel a pang of pain but alas, doing as he was told, setting the soap on the edge as he ran the hot water, you leaned yourself over to press a kiss to his cheek, his nose scrunching at the gesture.

“love ya.” you grinned.

[poisonedprose]

₊˚✧ happy trail — in which leon's happy trail drives you wild

leon kennedy x afab!reader

warnings: 0.9k words, smut, inspired by @ouchvns !! (this post), established relationship, pet names (baby, princess), curse words, oral (m), unprotected sex, p in v, soft dom!leon, slight degrading, choking (f), slight biting kink, (m having, f recieving), i dont caare how innactuate this is idc idc idc its rael to me🤤

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You stir awake at the sound of your boyfriend getting ready for work. The sun was barely starting to rise and you had fallen asleep late last night. He was really gonna hear it this time. Well, that was until you rolled over and trailed your eyes over his shirtless body. 

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry." He sounds sincere as he struggles to put his belt through the loops of his pants. You watch as Leon fumbles with the belt but your eyes can't help but drift up ever so slightly. You roll your eyes and push your face into the pillow. Does he always have to be this hot? "What's got your panties in a twist this morning?" He chuckles lowly at your dramatic reaction. 

"Nothing." You mumble into the pillow. Leon laughs again and he's sure you're pouting into the pillow by now. "You can go back to sleep, you know." He's still oblivious to how much he’s turning you on. Moreover, how much his happy trail is turning you on. You roll onto your back again, deciding you needed air. He looks over at you, his belt finally around his hips, but still unbuckled.

His eyes roll over your body. Those shorts didn't look so short on you last night before bed. His eyes trail down to the comforter that was now half on the floor from your little temper tantrum. He walks over and picks it up, throwing it on the side that he should be sleeping in right now. You catch a glimpse of his unbuckled belt and it only makes your mind hazy with dirty thoughts. 

 "Do you have to be at work soon?" Your mouth says faster than your brain can think. "Not for another hour and a half. Why?" He responds calmly, totally unaware of what he was in for. "Do you have time for a quickie?" You bite your lip as you ask the question, and a smile appears on your face trying to sweeten the deal. His eyes go wide for a second as he processes what you're saying. "Right now?" He can't believe that you woke up this horny. (You didn't. It was his fault for being shirtless.)

You nod, hoping he'll say yes. As you wait for his answer your eyes can't help but drift from his face to his happy trail. "Come here." You smile happily and quickly crawl over to him. You waste no time unzipping his pants, pulling out his cock with record time. He lets out a laugh mixed with a moan when you eagerly take him in your mouth. He doesn't know what's gotten you so worked up but he doesn't complain. 

He places his hand on your head, pushing you just a little deeper on his cock. "Mmm, fuck baby." He moans as you run your tongue on the underside of his dick. Drool collects at the corner of your mouth as you suck him off like he's your favorite lollipop. Spoiler alert; he is. Your hands run over his happy trail, and suddenly it makes so much more sense to him. "God, you're such a slut for me. I love it."

You pull off his cock with a pop, a smile on your face as you look up at him. He had so many things he wanted to say to you. Many of them were teases for how happily you took his cock down your throat or how enticed you were by his happy trail. But he was so caught up in lust, he couldn't bring himself to say any of them. "All fours, please." He commands and you obey, your shorts riding up more than they should. 

He slides your shorts and underwear down in one fell swoop. "So pretty." He mumbles as he leaves soft kisses on your ass before lining himself up with your entrance. He slides his cock into your tight pussy, groaning lustfully and he wraps a hand loosely around your throat and pushes you against his chest as he pounds into your cunt.

Jumbled up words mixed with whimpers fall from your lips. His cock is fucking so deep inside of you, and his hand around your throat just fits like a necklace. "Mmm, so pretty, baby. Your pussy was made just f'r me." He moans into your ear, his voice deep, sexy, and full of need, just how you like it. "Takin' it s'good, yeah?" He chucked against your jaw, leaving rushes kisses.

Your jumbled words and whimpers soon turn to Leon's name. "Leon, Leon, oh fuck, Leon!" Your voice is so loud, he can't help but let your words ring through his ears. "Does it feel good, baby?" You can feel his cocky smirk on your jaw but you nod anyway. 

You can tell he's close as his moans turn into whines. "Gonna fill y'up. Gonna fill your pretty pussy with my cum." He whines into your ear. "Is that okay, baby?" He asks sweetly compared to what he said moments ago. "Please. Please cum in me!" His fingers meet your clit, rubbing pleasurable circles with ease.

"How could I say no to my beautiful princess?" He sinks his teeth into your shoulder as he cums. He continues to fuck into you and rub your clit until you cum. Practically screaming his name loud enough for his neighbors to hear as you do. He catches his breath before he pulls out, letting you fall back to your position on all fours. 

He watches as his cum drips out of you, pride swelling his chest. "Now, I don't want to go to work. Look what you did." He groans as he fingers his cum back into you. "Then stay." You wiggle your ass tauntingly and he can't see it but he just knows your smirking. "You're such a bad girl. I love it." He chuckles as he pulls his belt off. 

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