Leon + Chris Reacting to Your Good Cooking
Character(s) Featured: Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy
Warning(s): Smut, oral (f! receiving), talks of marriage, breeding kink, Daddy kink, creampie, overstimulation (f! receiving)
Author Note: BROO this been in the works for a minute, was gonna add Jake Muller and Jack Krauser to this but couldn't find the motivation to do it :(( BUT HERE'S CHRIS AND LEON, a win is a win
This man had been fighting for his life overseas and wanted nothing more than to come home and just be in your presence. He had texted you when he had hit the airport, telling you he planned to be home around evening time.
He didn't expect you to have anything big planned and well you didn't in your eyes, just simply making a nice, home-cooked meal for your man. But Chris? You might as well have proposed and offered to give him head,
And God, he nearly came in his pants the moment the food graced his tastebuds. He had to set down his damn fork and remind himself to breathe, that the food wasn’t going to go anywhere - that YOU weren’t going anywhere, because after eating packaged MREs for three months straight, this was like liquid gold touching his tongue.
"Babe?" You raised an eyebrow, noting how he had hunched over his plate, eyes closed in what you could only describe as pure bliss, "You okay?"
"I'm perfect." Chris murmured tersely, shoveling another bite into his mouth.
You let out a laugh, a sound that normally would've made him melt but only made him get a boner.
Once again, you looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "Chris, are you sure you're-"
"No, I'm actually not. Bedroom. Now."
And that was how you found yourself in this position- folded in half underneath your boyfriend as his cock burrowed itself into your wet pussy.
"Chris! Mmph-" He clamped a hand over your mouth, all too aware you had neighbors after all who had made noise complaints in the past.
"Shh, shh," He cooed, propping an arm under your head to cushion it and hold you closer so he could fuck you harder, meaner "Fuck, takin' this dick so good, gonna make me cum-"
Sure, you had seen Chris act like this before but only after hours of teasing and being coy- why the hell was he so worked up now?
"Fuck!" He was whimpering right into your ear, breaths hot and heavy against your skin. The sensations were too much, he was too much yet he wasn't enough. You needed him deeper, needed-
Fuck, it was like he could hear your thoughts as his hips snapped into yours over and over and over, not even pulling out to the tip fully before ramming back into your poor pussy.
You tried to garble something out, to tell him how good he was treating you, but his hand was firm over your mouth, leaving you to cry into his hand and cream all over his cock as he fucked you like there was no tomorrow.
"Fuckin' breed this pussy, my baby needs a treat, doesn't she? huh?" Chris snarled at you, pulling his head back so he could see your face and you could see his-
Fuck, he looked drunk and high at the same time, all on you- his girl, his, his, his, his-
"I'm gonna marry you," He blurted out, too lost in the moment to think twice, "Gonna put a ring on your pretty little finger, take care of you-" His thrusts were getting sloppy and you could tell he was close
So, you reached a hand down to rub aimless circles on your clit, wanting to cum with your man
"Shit!" He cried out, fuck he was crying, "You're gonna cum, baby? G'na cum on my dick?"
You nodded, not even noticing that he had let go of your mouth and settled his hand on your chest, groping the pillowy flesh of your breasts.
"Words, baby, Daddy needs words." He rasped, his thrusts getting deeper and harder, more desperate.
"'m gonna cum, o'fuck, please, please, please!"
Neighbors be damned, all Chris could think about was making sure you came and making sure his cum filled you up.
"That's it, atta girl, c'mon," He grabbed your thigh which had been slipping and readjusted it to firmly rest on his shoulder while his other hand pushed yours out the way and started rubbing your clit.
Your world went white and so did the sheets.
"Fuckkk, squirtin' so much, baby,"
You couldn’t hear or see anything, it was like your brain had turned to mush under his attention, but God could you feel everything- feel his thick cock bullying into your pussy and fucking you through your orgasm.
"That's it, fuck, fuck-" His voice got higher in pitch, pitifully so, "I'm cummin', gonna fill this pussy up- Shit!" Usually he would have pulled out, neither of you had the lifestyle fit for a child but at that moment? All he wanted to do was give you a creampie, give you a baby.
His hips bucked against yours one last time and stayed there, body quaking as his orgasm ripped through him.
Your jaw dropped as you felt his warmth filling you. Finally, after what felt like forever, he let your legs drop from his shoulders, but he didn't pull out, not yet.
Chris shushed you, all that roughness from before gone and replaced with the tenderness that you knew and loved, "I know, baby, I know. Did so good f’r me..." He murmured, gathering you in his arms.
Tonight, he'd hold you in his arms. Tomorrow? He was ring shopping.
"Shh, I know baby, I know," He grunted from between your legs.
You didn't think fried deer steak could get you into this type of situation, was it something you had put in the mashed potatoes? Hell, what could have warranted this type of attack from your boyfriend?
He had been kneeling between your legs for what felt like hours, probably was hours. He had come home when there was still light outside, now there was nothing but darkness in the entire house.
His tongue was relentless, swirling around your poor clit before dipping into your wet heat to get a taste of his handiwork like it was a second dinner.
"Taste s'fuckin' good," He groaned, his eyes fluttering close for just a moment before he opened them and locked eyes with you. Those light blue eyes burned into yours and naturally, you turned your head away which earned you a spank on the thigh.
"Eyes on me." He growled,
"Eyes on me, baby- there she is, such a good girl." He hummed with approval as you locked eyes with him, his hand rubbing the spot he had spanked as if apologizing.
He dipped his head back down, laving his tongue from your back hole all the way up to your clit, the sensation had you reeling and whimpering as you felt your pussy clenching around nothing and bracing for yet another orgasm.
"Taste s’good, baby, just as good as the food you made." He groaned, pressing his mouth against your cunt and sloppily kissing your folds.
Fuck, you were crying. Not that he minded, it only told him he was doing something right, that he was taking care of you like any real man should.
"I'm g'na cum, Leon-!" You sounded so pitiful, downright pathetic. You said it as if that'd be incentive for him to stop, to give you a break,
You had never cum so many times before and your poor mind couldn’t take it, the heat boiling under your skin as your tummy tightened with your coming orgasm.
“Leon, c-can’t, ‘s t’much,” Oh you poor thing, your words slurred oh so prettily, Leon just had to reward you for it, right?
“It’s okay, baby,” He groaned, his tongue teasing your entrance as he nudged his nose against your clit. “I got you, Daddy’s got you-” His hands grabbed your hips and easily held you down,
You couldn’t do anything but cum on his face with a loud cry, soaking his face. He let out a low groan that was smothered by your sweet pussy, hips bucking against the mattress to try to get some relief for his aching cock in his pants.
Leon didn't come up for air, you had to reach down and push his head back so the air would hit his face and remind him to breathe. He gasped softly, his breaths shaken as if he had just gotten ate out vigorously.
You were a mess in his arms as he finally stood up, eyes looking you over as if to make sure you were okay, that you were actually here. His grip had softened and rested on your stomach,
Fuck, you hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath until he said that. Your first breath was followed by a whimper,
“Good girl,” He cooed softly, “You okay?”
You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. He laid down beside you, grabbing you and pulling you into his arms. The warmth of his body was a nice change to the inferno he brought with his tongue,
"Such a good girl," He grunted, "Took such good care of me like a good wife."
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Sorry y'all the horny got to me with this one
