𝚉𝙴𝙽𝙾 𝚂𝙰𝚈𝚂 : I have no idea what came over me with this but I saw the first sentence as a prompt and knew I had to write it for Wesker….
“I don’t hate you. I just don’t recognize who I am around you anymore.”
The man stood before you, his glowing eyes slightly widened by your words. Time seemed to crawl as you waited to hear his reply, tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you held your breath.
Albert Wesker. The love of your life, or so you thought. It wasn’t completely unclear to you that he was a bad man, a villain of so many stories, a man who did what he wanted for his own goals and didn’t care who he hurt in the making. But, you saw him differently. You saw a man who never let his work get in the way of spending time with you, the man who protected you fiercely and would never let anything happen to you — he was the man who loved you against all odds, the one who allowed you to better him.
However, there were only so many times you could brush off his acts, his cruel intentions to the world, you couldn’t stand by as a witness to it all.
“You don’t love me anymore?” He questioned, his voice remained as monotone as he could make it but there was an undeniable hint of sadness and hurt.
“No, it’s not that… I still love you, I think I always will…”
Another deafening silence passed by, and you finally looked up to meet his gaze. In that moment, it felt like your entire heart shattered into a million pieces, your stomach flipped and twisted over itself, and it felt like you couldn’t breathe.
“But you can’t be with me, is that it?” Albert stepped forward, his arms folded across his chest with a frown etched into his features. “You can’t stand to be with me?”
“Albert, I love you, I love you possibly too much. I love you so much it physically hurts me to even say this, to even think it!” At this point, tears streamed down your face and you didn’t even try to hold them back. “You’re the love of my life, and I probably won’t find anyone I can love as much as you, but I’m a completely different person around you.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Yes!” You threw your arms up in defeat, you knew he understood what you meant but he was forcing you to spell it out for him. “I can’t just… I can’t— fuck!”
Wesker gritted his teeth together so painfully hard that he swore his teeth would shatter at any second. He hated to admit it, human emotion, it affected him just as much as it would anyone else. He loved you more than words could even begin to explain, and listening to your words felt like you literally ripped his heart out.
“How can you expect me to stand by and watch as you do all the things you’re doing?”
“What changed? What changed in the past few months? I know it wasn’t me, I didn’t change.” The spite in his voice made you cringe.
It was an interesting question, and one you weren’t totally sure how to answer. He was right, he hadn’t changed recently, he still did all the same things he had prior to you getting together — if anything, he got better, at least, in the way he treated you.
“I… I don’t know, Albert.”
He walked up to you, his facial expression never once changing until he was right in front of you. He sighed and removed his glasses, throwing them down on the table that was behind you. He stared right at you, his hand reached up to your cheek, and he hesitated before finally resting his hand on your face.
“No matter what you choose, you will still have me. Always. You know that, right?”
He didn’t care to be so emotional, so vulnerable, even with you — it felt weak, beneath him as a superior being, but he couldn’t help it. Thoughts flitted through his head that tried to reason his emotions, how maybe he was saying these things to manipulate you into staying, guilt trip you into changing your mind. They were all wrong though, and he knew it. He knew all too well that these things he was saying came from his heart, came from a place that science doesn’t fully yet understand, a thing he can’t even begin to fathom.
You reached up and gently pressed your hand against his, savouring the feel of his skin against yours, the softness he showed toward you. It was hard to keep yourself in check, the way he smelled, how warm he felt so close to you, the way he touched you and looked at you — it was enough to make you want to take back everything you said, to make you stay.
“I love you, Wesker, you know that.” You finally met his stare, and nuzzled against his palm.
He leant down and placed a delicate kiss on your forehead, his thumb tracing a fine line across your cheek.
“I love you, too, more than you know.”
He leant down and hesitantly hovered his lips over yours, before finally closing the gap. It wasn’t like your usual kisses, he was soft, careful, almost sheepish with the way he did it. You couldn’t help but lean into it, your lips moving in tandem with his, and you let your hands move to his shoulders and neck.
“We really shouldn’t—“
His grip on you became tighter but in a way of desperation more than domination, and you couldn’t fight it — you couldn’t fight him.
“Fuck~” he groaned into the kiss as his hand weaved amongst your hair, tugging it to force your head further back.
It wasn’t the right thing to do, you knew that in your head, but your heart was in a completely different place. You two worked together so well, it just made sense that you stayed together but for yourself, you needed to leave.
“Maybe just one night can’t hurt.”
Alberts’ hands wandered down to your hips, he pulled you into him while simultaneously pushing you against the table. He couldn’t stop his hands from claiming every patch of skin he could touch, warm fingers trailing up your stomach and worming their way beneath your bra.
The moment his fingertips grazed across your nipple, you couldn’t help but buck towards his grasp, needy for more attention and friction. He didn’t make you beg for his touch, instead he gave you everything you wanted without a second thought. His thumb and finger tugged and rubbed your nipple while his tongue pushed its way into your mouth.
Your fingernails dug into his leather jacket while you hooked one leg around the back of his thighs, an attempt to pull him even closer, even though there wasn’t anymore space between the two of you. As a response, he grinded up against you, the bulge growing in his pants becoming more and more noticeable.
“I’ll miss this,” he groaned into your mouth as he dropped one hand below the waistband of your pants, wasting no time pushing his hand beneath your underwear. His fingers glided between your folds and instantly started tracing circles roughly against your clit, his other hand still kneading at your chest.
A quiet moan escaped from your throat and your back arched into his touch, he was right, you’d miss this, too. His jacket started to fall down his shoulders with the help of your desperate tugs, and he moved his hands away from you to help, leaving you whimpering at the loss of his touch.
“Sorry, kitten.” He unzipped his shirt and discarded it to the side, then he rushed back to you, but this time he pulled your pants and underwear down.
Without missing a beat he dropped to his knees, light kisses feathered against your inner thighs while his hands groped your ass. You pushed your fingers through his hair as he mouth finally reached your cunt, his tongue gliding in a line before pushing between your slick folds. His tongue moved expertly across your most sensitive part, the moans being dragged from your throat so easily.
“Albert, please ~”
He smirked as his mouth did all the work, and his fingers slowly pushed into you until he was knuckle deep. He curled his digits inside of you while pumping them in and out, forcing you to pull on his hair even harder — his groan vibrating against your pussy in such a delicious way.
He didn’t stop until you came all over his fingers and face, he pulled back and looked straight into your eyes, cleaning your juices from his fingers and chin.
“I’ll miss that taste… those sounds,” he stood up and began to unzip his pants, the noticeable outline of his cock pushed against the fabric, “this feeling.”
He peppered your face with kisses as he lined himself up with your entrance, a string of curses rolled from his thin lips as he gathered your slick on to his cock. Without wasting any time, he bullied his way into you, not giving you much time to adjust before he started thrusting into you.
“Oh my g—“ you bit down on his shoulder while he pounded into you mercilessly, he fucked you like it was his last time, because he knew maybe it was.
“Please don’t leave me, please.”
He buried his face into the crook of your neck, all while his hips still rocked back and forth into you. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness twinge in your heart at the way he practically whimpered in your ear. It was obvious he wasn’t saying it to make you feel guilty, but it’s the only way you could feel.
The only words that came from you was his name, you could barely even formulate those words, never mind compile a reply for him. The way his cock hit that spot inside of you had you like putty in his hands, he could say anything and you’d agree, you’d follow him to the ends of the earth if he so much asked.
Albert snarled as your nails dragged down the soft flesh of his back, leaving behind red lines in their wake. He savoured every second of the sting, not sure if he’ll ever get to have this moment again.
“I’m close, Al—I’m gon-“ you stuttered in broken moans as your walls clenched around his cock, and a wave of pleasure crashed through you.
“Just like that, baby girl, fuck, just like that.” The force of his thrusts made the table under you creak dramatically, the sound of that and your conjoined moans echoed around the room.
There wasn’t any thoughts in your head anymore, you had forgot about the conversation that led to this moment, you forgot about everything you had thought over the last few days — all that was in your mind was how deliciously his fat cock stretched you out, how with every single push it hit your g-spot, how his grip bruised the skin of your hips and thighs.
It didn’t take much longer before Weskers dick twitched, he was desperate to come inside you, to breed you and make you stay with him. How happy you’d be together, how he knew no one else could make you feel like this, how no one else could make him feel like this.
“Wait, Albert,” your words were cut off by the feeling of his seed painting your insides, his cock forcing his cum as deep inside you as possible, “hmmmm~”
He repeated your name multiple times through sloppy and sweaty kisses, his fingers intertwined with yours as he calmed his breathing and looked to you with heavy eyes.
“Let’s continue the conversation tomorrow. Let us have tonight, together.” His voice was stern but it came from a place of love, a place of hope.
okokokok so here I am bestie <3 I can’t stop picturing leon and reader coming back from a mission or something and it’s been pouring rain, so leon lends some clothes to reader and when he sees her his eyes soften and other parts of him harden (if u pick up what im putting down 😶🌫️) and he just goes feral but lovingly!!! isndiejxjff sorry if this was long and too detailed but go ham, I can’t wait to read anything you write for him >:)
OK OKOK I THINK I SEE THE VISION
nsfw under the cut, minors fuck off, same goes for the ageless/blank blogs
so what if you and leon were partners and have been friends for months?? and omggg the dso put you in a room with only one bed!
The rain has soaked through your bones, it feels like, coming back to the hotel that the DSO had so generously paid for, felt like a reward in itself. Tomorrow, you and Leon will be home, no dealing with rich idiots investing in viruses they can barely pronounce. Your gown stuck to your form; it was a sheer material, and as much as a gentleman that Leon tried to be, he couldn't help but glance at the way your body's curves were highlighted by the thin fabric.
You sighed as you took off your heels in the elevator, "I'd rather be elbow deep in gore than pretending I'm eye candy."
Leon averts his eyes and nods, "I can imagine."
Now, there was one catch: you and Leon were assigned one room. It was all the hotel had open!
You and Leon are friends at best. More or less had to be considering you two seemed to be able to drag each other through hell and back. You wouldn't deny that your partner was attractive; everyone at the DSO seemed to know that. It was frustrating; good partners were hard to find, and maybe you were just a little jealous that Leon got all this attention.
Once you make it into the room, you go through your bag, realizing you made probably one of the most rookie mistakes - you didn't have an outfit to sleep in tonight, and your outfit last night was stained. You sighed in defeat.
"You can borrow a shirt of mine," Leon says as he peels off his suit jacket, and you notice how the rain soaked his shirt, and you can see everything.
Rummaging through his beat-up duffel bag, he tosses one of his shirts. Plain but his. You slink out of the dress, leaving you in just your strapless bra and underwear. What you weren't aware of was Leon's gaze washing over you; you were facing the door.
He was of few words, and yet out of anyone he worked with, you stood out the most. He liked the way you joked, the way your laugh seemed to liven up the room.
Right now, all rational thought was out the window as his eyes traveled down your body, months of dreaming about you in almost any filthy scenario, having gone through hell and back, pretending to be a couple, all for the sake of espionage.
Here you were, a feast for the eyes, deliciously naked.
Something in him snapped -
For you, you could not wrap your head around the exact moment, but all you knew was that Leon's lips were on yours, and you dimly registered the sound of him undoing his pants before you jump up, the bed was going to be later, but now, against the wall seemed better. You lower one leg, hooking the other one around his waist as he guides his cock inside you.
Your best friend was inside you, or slowly easing himself inside you.
"Fuck," He pants, "Tighter than I imagined."
You meet his gaze, "You imagined this?"
"Yes," He says before pulling out and slamming back in, "For fucking months, hard not to, actually. So fucking, pretty, fuck - ah."
His forehead is pressed against yours as he fucks into you, and the sounds echo throughout the room, your breath mingling with his as soft moans and gasps leave your lips.
One of his hands dips between your legs, rubbing your clit in tight circles - you could feel it, getting all wound up, your head feeling in the clouds. You kiss him, whimpering helplessly against his mouth before screaming as you come, legs trembling.
He wasn't done; he lifted you up and carried you over to the bed. Dropping you onto the bed before he crawls over you -
teasing leon for being older than you, and then he reminds you exactly why you like older men, in a very smutty way
that is probably the most awkward way I could've phrased that, sorry bestie
𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 / 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜 : NSFW, minors / ageless / blank blogs DNI — smut, fingering, ass slapping, light choking, implied age gap
𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 : ok so you can totally tell im getting back into writing but i was in a daze writing this oml, i hope this is good enough for you bestie!!!
“Training, shmaining…” you waved behind you, continuing to pour coffee from the pot, “I’d still beat you, after all you’re pretty damn old now and not as spry as you used to be.”
You hadn’t put much thought into what you said, but at the time you thought you were right. After all, you were a decent few years younger than him, even if he did have a lot more training and years of experience — you were quick and smart, plus your training excelled in agility and endurance.
“Excuse me?” His voice was low, not quite a growl but something about it made your heart skip a beat and the pit of your stomach start to burn.
“You heard me, old man,” you stifled back a chuckle as you stirred your drink, making sure to keep your back to him so he couldn’t see the smirk plastered on your face.
Before you could even think, a hand wrapped around your throat from behind and squeezed — it wasn’t too hard, but just enough pressure that you could hear the blood pumping through your skull.
“You want to say that again, sweetheart?” His lips skimmed across the lobe of your ear as he whispered.
Leon brushed his fingers on the bare skin of your stomach, just above your pants as he squeezed your throat even more, “say it again, and I’ll show you what old is.”
There was a heat that rose up your entire body, part of you wanted to keep egging him on, make him take the bait, but the other part of you knew you’d be in for a punishment. Not that it would necessarily be a bad thing, come to think of it.
“You’re…” his fingers lowered under your waistband with each letter, “old and—“
His fingers traced lines across your underwear, occasionally putting enough pressure on your clit to make your ass push back against him. You let out a quiet gasp as he continued, his lips gently moving along the side of your neck next to his hand.
“You’re really playing with fire, you know that, right?”
You shook your head side to side, letting out a quiet ‘nuh-uh’. The only response you got from him was a devious chuckle as his fingers pushed aside your underwear.
“You’re gonna regret this.”
The hand that rested around your neck dropped, instead he slid it up under your shirt and began kneading at your chest, his fingers occasionally twisting and teasing at your nipple. You bit your lower lip to not give him the satisfaction of hearing a sound come from your mouth, and he seemed to know your plan.
He bit down on your neck hard enough to drag a yelp from your throat before he kissed it over and over as a slight apology, his fingers still rubbed rough circles over your clit without mercy. Your body betrayed you and you pushed back against him even more than before, a subtle grind of your hips to get extra friction from his fingers and to feel his growing bulge.
“Come on, keeping speaking, princess.” He teased.
Your breathing grew heavy as you could feel yourself coming undone beneath his fingers. Your head rested back against his chest, but you knew you couldn’t open your mouth to mock him otherwise the reaction he was looking for would slip out of your lips instead.
“No?” He questioned, a drizzle of spite laced in his words, “okay then…”
He remove his hands from you a second before you came, and he laughed to himself quietly. Leon turned away and moved back to the seat he was sat at earlier, and threw himself down, resuming to drink from his glass like he hadn’t just been stood near you.
“I— uh…” you stared at him in disbelief, “not fair, Leon!”
He shrugged and tapped one of his legs, “well I’m sooo old, my fingers were getting tired, if you want to finish, come do it yourself.”
You gritted your teeth together, damn, he’s good, you thought. But you couldn’t resist, you slinked towards him almost embarrassed and you straddled one of his legs, slowly grinding against him. Your head rested on his shoulder as you picked up the pace, begging him to help you find your release — but he didn’t care, he was taking pleasure in watching how much control he had over you, how easily he could flip the script on you.
“You can do better than that, my love.”
“Fuck.” You moaned into the crook of his neck as his hands rested on your hips, helping you rock against him like you were an animal in heat.
It barely took any time at all until you came, hard and fast. His name rolled off your tongue like a mantra, a mixture of pathetic whimpers and pleas.
He grinned to himself as he forced you to stand and lean back against the table, his leg keeping yours parted. He glanced down at the wet spot you had left behind and his tutted with a waggle of his finger.
“You left a mess.” He stood before you, leaning down just enough to let his lips graze off yours.
He didn’t even give you warning before pushing two fingers deep inside of you, slowly pumping them in and out with a slight curl just to get that spot inside you he knew all too well. Your hands gripped at the side of the wooden table tight enough to make your knuckles turn white, and your eyes rolled back with every motion.
“Don’t make a sound, or I’m not letting you cum, princess.”
Your eyebrows raised and you bit your lower lip, stifling back any sounds that threatened to come from your throat. You could tell he was serious, he had a devilish glint in his eye that just proved he was getting his payback for you calling him old.
Leon finally kissed you, he was rough and with purpose, while is fingers continued to fuck you just the way you love. Your hands reached up and your fingers wove in his hair, pulling at it enough to get a breathy moan from him. The more you pulled at his hair, the harder his fingers fucked you, and as payback his free hand twisted in your hair and yanked, enough to part your lips from one another.
He stared into your eyes and smiled, he could feel how your walls fluttered around his digits, he knew you were falling apart. He could see the desperation behind your eyes as the tears began to build up in your waterline, he knew how badly you wanted to moan, to whimper, to cry out. The eye contact he kept was almost like a challenge, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before you broke, it was just the question of whether it was because of his fingers or because of his cock buried deep inside you.
“I can’t—“ you stuttered, your nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders as your legs began to fail you.
He pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and cleaning them off while never breaking eye contact. His head cocked to the side as you began to tug at the belt of his jeans, he couldn’t help but get even harder looking at how cute and needy you were for his cock.
“Please, Leon, it’s not fair,” you begged and whined.
His head tilted back and he let out a sigh that was like he was releasing smoke from his lungs. He wanted to tease you longer, he wanted to make you beg and apologise until he was satisfied, but his cock throbbed so bad that he was starting to think he needed to cum more than you.
“Bend over,” he demanded as he started to unbuckle his belt, “Now.”
The moment you bent over the table, a harsh hand struck your ass, forcing a yelp from you. He caressed exactly where he hit, before repeating his actions, over and over until your cheek was left burning at the sensation.
He spread your ass and spat down, letting it dribble down until it reached your glistening cunt. You wiggled your ass, a silent plea for him to finally fuck you, to finally let you come. Just as you thought he was going to keep teasing, you felt the head of his cock push up against your entrance, and you gasped.
Leon rolled his eyes back at the feeling of your walls hugging his cock so tight as he pushed his way into you, slow, tortuously slow. He had to hold himself back from pounding into you, it was more like he was teasing himself than it was you, but he needed to hold out just long enough to have you a puddle beneath him.
“Mmm~ please, Leon…” you grabbed at the hand that rested on your hip, ignoring the slight tinge of pain that came from how hard he was squeezing your flesh.
“Fuck…” he pulled all the back out and slowly pushed back in, “you’re a real piece of work, you know that?”
His pace quickened, his cock bullying its way into you over and over while his hands forced your hips back into him, making it so he could get as deep as possible. It was less than a minute before you were coming all over his cock, screaming his name continuously as he finally let you have your release.
Leon leant forwards and grabbed your throat again, pulling you up and tilting your head to the side to give you sloppy kisses as he continued fucking you, hard and fast. He pounded into you to the point the table started moving across the floor slightly, an ache built up inside of you as he reached the deepest parts of you. You couldn’t think straight, and neither could he. He didn’t even care that you were moaning anymore, all he could do was chase his own high using your cunt as his personal fuck toy, he had basically forgot this was all about punishing you for being a cocky brat.
A few curses and groans slipped from him as his hips stuttered slightly, his rhythm started to slip and his breathing grew heavy. His cock twitched inside of you as he reached forward, a finger tracing a circle over your clit to force another orgasm from you before he finished inside of you.
With a few last strokes, his seed coated your walls and filled you up, his finger not stopping until he felt your cunt clasp around him one last time. Leon’s head fell forward and rested on your shoulder as he panted, feathering light kisses along your skin.
“So….” He managed to breath out, “you remember why you like your men older, now?”
You could barely formulate a singular word, your brain was fogged over and your eyelids grew heavy. The only thing stopping you from collapsing down on to the table was his strong, muscular arm wrapped around your waist.
“Uh-huh~” was all you could muster, resulting in a small laugh from your old boyfriend that was still buried inside of you.
SUMMARY: no summary. just the tip gf x balls deep bf trope.
TAGS: implied marathon sex, dumbification, overstimulation, unprotected sex, this is all consensual, but just in case, i will tag this as dubious consent.
THIS IS MEANT FOR FANTASY ONLY.
PAIRINGS: LEON KENNEDY/you, LUIS SERRA/you, ALBERT WESKER/you, JACK KRAUSER/you, CARLOS OLIVEIRA/you, CHRIS REDFIELD/you.
A/N: consider this as an apology for being away, and will probably continue to be away after a while. T_T but i hope everyone has been doing well.
NSFW UNDER THE CUT!
LEON S. KENNEDY. ♡
you don't know how long you both have been indulging in each other—all you know is that your cunt's jus' so sensitive. but you want more. you need more. thinkin' about being empty and not being stretched full by your boyfriend's makin' your waterline glimmer with tears.
"leoooon, please—,"
leon stared at you, in awe that you were still conscious. aware. clearly, he's not fucking you properly. "please what, angel?" "fuck me—fuck me, please. need your cock. just put it in," his fingertips tease your clit, and you whine, shaking your head. "nooo—nooooo . . need your cock. please, leon,"
today, leon finds out his ovulating girlfriend can turn into a literal succubus.
"but you said your cunt's all sore, sweet girl. you were crawling away," open-mouthed kisses are bestowed on your cheek. "just the tip. just put the tip in," leon could feel his cock stir, quickly growing erect with your neediness.
"okay, baby. whatever you say," he kisses your teary eyes before hovering over you and grabbing ahold of your legs. just the tip. just the tip. just the tip. leon has to repeat to himself, lathering the leaking crown with his creampie mixed with your slick.
just the tip. just . . the tip.
your creampied pussy makes a lewd squelch as leon slowly pushes the head in. but you're both in cloud nine, eyes rolling like it's the first time you've fucked each other. "y, yes, like that!" you whimper, reaching over to your hypersensitive clit and making aimless circles.
leon begins to move, only giving your cunt shallow, slow thrusts. "fuck, angel—," he lets his head fall back, pleasure enveloping his tip. your cunt's so fucking wet and warm. your fingers pick up their pace, cunt throbbing with intense pleasure. who knew you could jus' get off from just the tip?
"faster,"
faster?
how can leon do that without shoving himself balls deep into you? "faster—pleaseplease, leon," you sobbed. "y/n—i," he bucked his hips, trying to go faster without splittin' you open with his cock. whimpers are spilling from leon's mouth, growing needier by the second, his vision continuing to blur as he eased just the tip in, as per your request.
the way you were clenching around him, creaming around his cock—it drove him crazy. how could he not fuck you? leon has to reminded himself that you want just the tip. but he's relying solely on instinct. and before he could even realize it, he's plunged himself deep by accident, and you're wide-eyed, an unanticipated orgasm taking you both by surprise.
"leon—♡!"
"y/n—i'm sorry, sorry—,"
he can't stop. he won't stop, pounding you into the mattress and making sure you feel every length of him with every ferocious thrust. he's drooling, watching you squirm. something about seeing your pussy spurt out clear fluid with every push in makes him feral, potentially unlocked a new turn on and fantasy to jerk off to.
"t, told you just the tip," you whimper, sniffling, and leon cradles your head, essentially smushing your face into his chest. "sorry. 'm sorry, sorry—i l, love your cunt." leon sobbed, his hips doing all the work for him, pummeling into you without mercy.
spit's shining on leon's built chest as you automatically kiss and lick at the area. marks in the shape of your canines are left, and leon hisses when you bite him again.
"gonna cum, y, y/n—gonna cum—cumming. 'm cumming, oh god,"
he vigorously rams his cock in your leaking pussy, hard yet hurried; it's sloppy, and leon's just desperate to fill you again. your moans are muffled by his flesh, and leon has yet to notice that he's crushing you with his chest. not that you minded, either.
with a few more unrhythmic slams of his hips, he's spilling himself in you, all of his cum just overspilling as he kept rutting into you. "hah— h, haah . . so good—so good," he babbles, spit dripping on his chin as his eyes rolled back. "leooohn—," you grunt from beneath your boyfriend.
it's only when his orgasm finally comes down that he stops moving, clarity slowly seeping into his fucked out mind. he retires from you almost immediately, now-concerned eyes soaking in the sight of you. did you pass out? "y/n," a hand caresses your rosy cheek.
"y/n, please come back to me,"
"mhh . . "
oh thank god. he knows you're just fine, but he was still worried. "are you okay?" he whispers, brushing away the stray strings of your hair. "i'm sorry, i was . . too into it," you chuckle when you feel him pepper your face with kisses.
"i'm fine. still in one piece, baby."
you both groan when he slowly pulls out, the rest of his creampies spilling out of your gaping cunt. "i love you, leon." you mutter, weakly wrapping your arms around him. "i love you too, angel."
LUIS SERRA. ♡
"luis . . just the tip,"
you both really shouldn't have fooled around with these aphrodisiacs. it's been hours and his cock's yet to come down. luis isn't even sure if he can cum anym—
wait. did he hear that right?
"what'd you say, mami?"
it's harder to hear you when you're bent over, and especially when you're mumbling and barely coherent. "the tip—jus' the tip," you whine. "is my bebé sensitive?" he drags a finger over your slit, and you squeak, body jerking in response. your knees almost gave out. "luiiis . . jus' the tip, p, por favor . . "
you poor thing. he affectionately runs a hand over your spine, down to your ass where he kneads your curvaceous flesh. "por supuesto, amor. we can go slow. and . . just the tip," [ of course, love. ] he thought he could do it. luis can control himself, can go slow if requested—usually—but the drug that ran through his veins made that fucking impossible. swallowing a nervous lump, he prods the tip against your slit. fuck, you're so fucking wet. this wasn't fair.
with a slow push of his hips, your warmth embraces his sensitive cocktip. "oh, fuck. oh my fucking god. dios mio," luis's grip on your ass tightens, his own way of restricting himself. "sólo quiero follarte," [ i just wanna fuck you, ] he confesses, but only thrusts the tip in and nothing else.
"me estás matando aquí, bebé," [ you're killin' me here, baby. ] luis babbled on, a shiver running down spine. "are you sure you're sensitive? y, you've been—you've been always able to take it," turns out, he didn't have it in him to fulfill your request. luis could hear the obscene squelches your creamy pussy made, and his brows narrowed as he winced, almost as if he was pained from your instruction. yet, his restrained thrusts—it was more like gentle rocking, to be honest—continued, the tip pulling out with an obscene pop with every withdrawal of his hips.
he enjoyed it, of course. more than anything. but luis was a greedy, hungry man. yearning more. needing more. your pussy was just so fucking inviting, creaming all over for him with just the tip—fuck, you can't ask this from him.
"bebé—y/n, i can't—can't take it anymore. i have to. t, tengo que follarte," [ i have to fuck you. ] your eyes widened when luis slowly slides in an experimental inch. you squeal, reaching behind you with one arm, but luis just pins it on your back.
the moment he's stuffing himself completely fucking full into you, you're just sobbing, legs shaking from the mind-numbing pleasure. luis was, too, not even realizing he had just cum in you. his hips moved like clockwork, "luis! luiissss—fuck!" was all you could cry out. you squirmed, writhed, tried to crawl away from the addicting pain of pleasure, but he's tugging you right back and slamming himself into you to the hilt.
all that cum pouring out of you made it much, much easier to pound that cunt. "h, haaah—fuck! luiiss—," you sobbed, unable to stop your legs from giving out. his chest rests warmly on your back, and you feel a loving kiss pressed on your temple.
"te amo, te amo . . . " he murmured as he pummeled that pussy, making sure that the tip thwacked against your perky cervix and hitting all the right spots. your head rests nicely on the pillow, and you're so fucked out, you think you're about to pass out from all the pleasure.
the bed creaks as luis kept ramming his cock deep into you, and you squeal as another orgasm washes over your body. the nth orgasm made your eyes cross, made you see fucking stars as your legs quivered and you clutched the sheets helplessly. luis didn't see it, but he sure as hell fucking felt it as you squirt all over him and his legs. "dios—dios mio, you're making a fu, fucking mess,"
his thrusts begin to slow down, hard-on still intact, but the aphrodisiac wasn’t as strong as it was from the beginning. blinking, luis realizes he was crushing you by resting his whole weight on you. "shit, shit—y/n, i'm sorry," he shuddered when he slips out of your creampied pussy. "mierda, hace frío," [ shit, it's cold. ] is whispered to himself whilst he gently lays you on your back.
"luiiis . . " you huffed. "that's not the tip," "i know, i know. i'm sorry. but, in my defense, eso es imposible," [ that's impossible to do. ] an affectionate hand caressed your hair. "still sensitive, prinsesa?" you groggily nuzzle your face in his arms.
you only hummed. the next minute is spent in silence, as luis kept you warm and held you firmly. "next time, no more aphrodisiacs," you stir as he spoke, letting out a scoff. "what? booooo."
"wha—excuse you, señorita, why are you booing me?"
"oh, c'mon. don't lie. that was fun,"
"jesus, you are such a freak. me asustas. you need to read the bible or something,"
"wow. like it wasn't you who bought those pills!"
"oh. ehehe. right."
ALBERT WESKER. ♡
bro this gif im going to start s/creaming
you're already fucked out. already trembling from the orgasms wesker's given you, and it's all thanks to the new toys he had bought from his trip. a clit sucker and a vibrating, ridged, girthy dildo. you sobbed as wesker kept thrusting the toy in and out of you, making sure you take all of its length.
"f, fuck—! s, sir, cumming—, 'm cumming,"
there wasn't much you could do, not when a silk ribbon tied your wrists and ankles to the headboard. ( he bought those, too, by the way. ) "again? look at the mess you just made." you look over at the silicone, the base was coated in your creaminess—and it was already smearing to his already-soaked fingertips.
it was so easy for him to break you, and he hasn't even undressed himself yet.
your hips buck against the air, and the unintentional reflex just makes you grind your clit against the toy that lavished its attention on you. "fuuck—! fuckfuckfuck—, a, albert—!" you clutched onto the ribbons, eyes rolling as you felt your cunt throb with need. you were close, you could feel it in the pits of your stomach. "what was that?"
wesker clicked his tongue, clearly displeased. "you call me sir, brat. or are these toys getting into that head of yours?" you hear a few clicks, and your eyes widened when you realized that the clit sucker's set to its highest setting. "s, sir—i'm sorry! i'm sorry!"
the dildo could never compare to your sir's cock—never—but the extra sensations of the pulsations and the ridges quickly sent you to the edge, never missing where you were most sensitive, always grazing that spongy nub that made your mouth fall agape. "don't w, wanna cum anymore—too much," you whimpered.
"aw," he cooed, a small smile appearing on his lips; barely noticeable. "that's really too bad, pup." he taunts, giving you a slow, but hard thrust. you squealed, clutching on to your ribbons.
"you're not in charge here,"
your cries are music to his ears, and his eyes gaze over to your squirting cunt in amusement. even though you're trembling and drooling, he's yet to withdraw the toys from you.
"are you?" "n, no, sir!" he's tight-lipped and has yet to move an inch. "n, no, sir! i'm n, not in chaaaarge—y, you are!" "hm," good enough. much to your relief, both are turned off, and you're granted a few seconds of relief.
your body relaxes on the soft bed, chest rising as you pant. “colour?” wesker asks, a rough palm caressing your shaking thighs. “g, green,” you mutter. “good. ‘m not done yet,”
wesker retires from the bed, taking his sweet time in undressing himself. it was quite the sight, though; seeing him undo his tie, unbuckle his pants. his boxers had a wet spot from his leaking tip. “you’ve been a good pup, darling.”
the bed sinks with his added weight, and you watch him leave kisses on your inner thighs, stroking his cock with a spare hand as he lathered his pre all over his monstrous girth. fuck . . could you take that? you don’t think y’have it in you. but you didn’t want to stop. y’wanted him . .
“s, sir,”
you call, and wesker’s eyes tilt up. now that he was much closer, y’could see how blown out his pupils were. “yes, my love?” he asked as he positions himself, grabbing ahold of your thighs as he slaps his fat cock atop your mons.
“c, can you put just the tip i, in—?”
wesker acts as if he didn’t hear a word you just said, rubbing his length all over your slit—continuing to lubricate his shaft with your juices. you gasped when the tip slowly sinks in, and you finally get your answer when he slammed the rest of his girth into you. you screamed, back arching as your eyes crossed.
“why should i?”
he begins to rut into you, pummeling your sensitive cunt with mean thrusts. “tell me, pet. why should i?” you couldn’t utter out a proper response, not when your brain was turning to fucking mush as he pounded you. “speak up, slut.” the added nickname’s making you clench around him, and wesker only scoffed at your lack of coherence.
“gone stupid? from me just putting—hnngg—it in?”
with the position he had you in, it was impossible for the tip to not kiss your cervix, impossible for you to not scream for him as he mercilessly plowed that cunt. "s, sir—h, haaah . . ! fuck—!" your overstimulated pussy's fucking throbbing. a squeal's torn from you as his palm collides with your puffy clit with a smack! the sting's makin' your eyes fucking water, and you could feel your legs tremble again.
"will you tell me what to do again, pet?"
"n, no, sir!"
wesker grinned, rewarding your sore clit with a kind caress of his thumb. "good pet. that's—," he groaned. fuuuck, wesker shudders at the feeling of your cunt spasming around his girth. "—more like it. gonna—gonna fuck you how i want to," his words are emphasized with harsh thrusts, to drill that idea in your pretty fucking head.
"where i want to,"
"u, uh-huh!"
"when i want to,"
"u-uhnnn—y, yes s, siiiir . . ♡ !"
seeing how disheveled and how much of a drooling mess you were, were you even remembering what he was saying? probably not. but don't worry, he's more than willing to remind you where you belonged. he could no longer hold back his noises, but he wasn't even interested in trying, anyway.
the way he sounded—feral, almost beast-like, even—you'd be lying if you said it didn't incite more arousal from you. wesker ensured you felt all of him, hips moving without thought as he mercilessly slammed into that tight fit. unfortunately for you, he was more monster than he was human.
you were fucking tightening up around him—still adjusting from the sudden switch from silicone to flesh—and how could wesker ever resist ramming and bullying that pussy with his fat cock? the way he could see how he split you open, shuddering when his tip's right against your cervix—oh, you were such a sweet, sweet pet.
his cock throbbed with the ache of a release. you made it difficult for him to control himself. "fuck—'m gonna fill you up," he hissed. "think y'deserve a creampie from me, sweet girl?" smack! the collision of his palm on your cunt brings you back to reality for a brief moment. "i'm—i'm talking to you," he snarled, an you nod mindlessly. "s, sorrryyyy . . . y, yes sir! yesyesyesyes—please!"
you continue to beg him, plead for his cum whilst he busied himself with rearranging your fucking insides. it's all you could do amidst your fucked out state. don't you worry. wesker was more than satisfied with your expressions.
burying himself to the hilt, you let out a scream as an orgasm is forced from you again, fingertips affectionately rubbing on your clit. wesker can't decide where to look—if he should watch that pussy quiver as you squirted or your face that's contorting as your irises disappear behind your lids.
"yeaaaaah, just like that. look at you—fuck, you're such a slut,"
his hips stutter as spurts of thick, warm semen floods your womb and walls. wesker groaned, shivers pricking his skin. your cunt milked him so good; and not like he'll tell you, but he's fucking obsessed. obsessed with how you're so obedient fo him, how your cunt clenched around him as you quivered from overstimulation.
"tsk, you're leaking. tighten up, slut. don't spill any more," you only oblige him—it's all you could do in your fucked-out state. a groan echoes in the room as he slowly slips out from you. from where wesker knelt, he had the perfect fucking view of your gaping cunt, trying her absolute best to keep it all in as he asked. you squeaked when he caresses your puffy clit affectionately. "shh, shh . . i know," he cooed, the other hand undoing your restraints. you didn't have the strength to keep your eyes open.
the tension slowly rolls off your muscles as he sets your legs down slowly. "you did well, my love," you could feel him bestow kisses on your face. eyes, nose, lips—they were all showered in loving kisses. your wrists are set free as he undid the ribbons on your sore wrists, his lips ghosting over the red marks over your skin, too. "missed you, albert," you mumbled, eyes slowly opening. "i missed you too, my love," there's a faint smile on his face—meant to be witnessed by you only.
"you know we're not yet done, right?"
JACK KRAUSER. ♡
krauser really has lots of pent-up frustration and sexual frustration. blessed with inhumane stamina, it's really no surprise that he can last multiple rounds. 'specially when all of it just piles up on him, mmmm—god, he loves nothing more than taking it out on you and using you for fucking hours.
but krauser is mean. cruel. you want just the tip? that's really—
"too fucking bad, baby,"
that request is fucking impossible, because he's got you folded and locked in a full nelson hold. did you expect that he'd just not bury himself deep in your pretty cunt? your eyes widened as you watched his cock slowly stretched you out again. your cunt was too sensitive.
his balls only throbbed, eyes rolling as your pleas fall to deafened ears. your groans echo in the room as he pushes another inch or two into you. fuck, you need to breathe—
krauser laughed breathily in your ear. "what was that?" you couldn't muster a single word—it was all just pathetic squeaks. "just the tip, you say?" he'd purr, pushing in as slow as he can so your pulsating walls can feel every single inch stretching you. ruining you.
"c, can't—,"
"can't what? can't speak?"
he completely slams into you with a loud plap! you're speechless and fucking stupefied—but, frankly, what else is there to say? "urgg—feel that?" this fucking asshole just had to start gyrating his hips. you could feel the tip poke 'nd prod against that cervix, and fuck, you're trembling.
"c'moooon, sweets. y'better be awake,"
sticky drool's drippin' from those pretty lips as he began to pound you like he hated you. him doing all the work was not a problem, not at all. krauser could easily manhandle you, and he made sure that you knew. he was bouncing you on his cock like you weighed nothing and fuck—you couldn't even think of anything to say aside from his name and ah's! and oh's!
it didn't help his cock was a mix of both veiny and fucking gargantuan—you're convinced your cervix's all bruised because his tip kept hitting 'nd hitting all of your spots. "love your cunt—fuck, you like this? huh? bet you do. look at your cunt's reflection. messy fucking slut," he groaned, ramming into you vigorously. it's like he hasn't even broken a sweat.
"k, krauseeeer—," you sobbed, absolutely broken and cockdrunk. "yeah? 'm here," he pants, eyes threatening to roll back. but he had to watch you in the mirror, had to watch you crumble and go fucking stupid just from his cock. "what does my baby want, h, huh? want me to go faster?" before you had the chance to respond, he's fucking pummeling into you faster than you could even blink; you're fucking dizzy and barely lucid, but that's okay. no need to think, krauser's got you. ♡
"'m c, cummingggggg—cumming. j, jaaaaack—♡!"
"my fucking goooood—fuuuuuuck . . look at this squirting cunt,"
clear liquid's spurtin' out of that stretched pussy, coating him and yourself as he forces an orgasm outta you. you're so fucking hot, fuck. krauser's never ever ever letting you go. "you love my cock, babe?" if it wasn't for how both his large hands held your head, you would have nodded. "u, uh-huh! love—l, love your cock—♡!" "attaaa girl. i love your cunt so, so fucking much—♡,"
krauser doesn't even realize he's drooling himself—completely immersed in the pleasure. he could stay buried in you for fucking eternity. "fuck—wanna breed you. lemme breed—lemme breed you. need to knock you up," he babbled on, focused on jus' chasing his release. and with the pace of how he fucked you—it wouldn't take long.
and you?
you're fucking spritzing all over him everytime his tip grazes against that spongy nub in your dripping pussy. why'd you even ask him to not put it all in? clearly, you loved this. but don't worry. for once, he'll humour you. "y'wanted just the tip, right?" "h, hnnngg—♡," good enough of an answer for him. you're brought back to reality briefly when his movements halt. confused, you only watched your obscene reflections whilst he shifted his hips. "j, jack, what're you—?!" your eyes widened when you feel his tip slowly bury into the tight barrier of flesh in your cervix.
krauser whimpered. fuuuuuuck, you were sucking him in so good. he can't even pull out. "baby—baby, oh god. fuck, fuck. i'm fucking—cumming. 'm cumming—oh my gooooood," it didn't take any more thrusts for him to start filling your womb up with fertile, sticky cum.
you whined as your cunt's flooded with his seed, and you couldn't do anythin' except for clawing on his built forearms as he held you in place. "urgg—yeah . . . just like that . . fuuuck, i love your pussy baby," you couldn't utter a word. you felt so fucking full. krauser finally releases your head, but still held your body close as he settles on the edge of the bed. you practically collapse on his muscular frame when he finally sits, and that's okay. ♡ krauser made sure he held you tight, wrapping large arms around your body and leaning into you so he could kiss your face.
"tongue out, babe. lemme . . "
you oblige mindlessly, sticking your pretty tongue out for him. krauser's scarred lips wrap around your wet muscle, groaning as he sucked on it. didn't take long 'til he was devouring your spit-stained mouth as you cockwarmed him.
"mmmm. ♡."
CHRIS REDFIELD. ♡
this gif is so? um.
chris usually loves to prep you. loves to spend his time devouring your pussy and having his lips wrapped around that sensitive clit.
but you've got work in an hour, and time isn't a luxury you both have. "chris, j, just the tip, okay?" you say, raisin' your hips as you bent over the dining table; weight propped up on your soft palms. of course you can't say no to him, especially when the outline of his erected cock on his grey boxers is all you've been seeing this morning. but you're just a girl. you have needs and wants.
"just the tip?"
chris asks, pressing his clothed chest against your back. you feel his stubble against your cheek as he pressed open-mouthed kisses on your skin. "i don't . . i don't think i can do it, princess," he whined as his hips push forward. you couldn't utter another word as the leaking head stretches your cunt out.
you shuddered, lips quivering as you clutched on to whatever surface you were bent over on. "y, you caaaan—a, aaah, fuck—you have to . . ” you whined. but chris was greedy. hungry.
he’s not sure where he gets the courage to pull out, but he does. the tip slides out from you with a lewd, almost muted, pop! and you’re both unsatisfied, left yearning with feeling the other completely; but it makes do. it has to. tonight, he can have you for as long as he wanted.
“y/n, p, please—,” he pleads, still fuckin’ you with just the tip. chris can feel just how wet you are, hear how that cunt squelched as bucked his hips. “n, nooo—chris, i’ll—i’ll be late,” “don’t go,” his canines graze your skin, and you squealed when he pushes an inch in. your cunt’s pulsating—trying to accommodate his fat cock without prep. “don’t go—y’don’t h, have to go. please stay,” “ch, chris, i—hnnn!” the rest is completely slammed into you, and your eyes cross. chris takes advantage of your agape mouth, kissing you and letting his tongue glissade over yours.
chris starts to pound that cunt, and muffled cries were swallowed by his lips. you can’t really lie, this felt waaaay better than just the tip. the way the tip bulges out from your lower tummy, the way the pink crown keeps kissing that sensitive cervix, it can’t compare. ever.
“mhhhf,” you groan against his lips, and chris playfully bites down on your lower brim. it was hard to take in air when every thrust into you knocked the air outta your lungs. chris parts from you as he held your hips with those big hands of his.
his pace quickens, ramming into you mercilessly. you're both whimpering, voices blending together in melodious sin; whatever thoughts you had before—gone. not when chris had the skill to turn your brain to mush. "goddd—fuck, y/n. y, y'feel so goooood . . " chris sobbed. if only you could see his face. brows scrunched as he struggled to keep his eyes open; only you could bring these facial expressions to this big, beefy man's face.
you squealed when a hand snakes under your skirt, fingertips rubbing against your neglected clit. "oh fuck!" you mewled, unable to keep your cries to a low. "feel good, princess?" chris purred whilst fucking you into oblivion. "u, uh-huh—♡!" fuuuuck, his balls are fucking throbbing.
"d, don't go . . jus' stay. be my pretty little wife. i can t, take care of you,"
he babbled on, rutting into you, stuffing you full with that veiny cock. chris wants nothing more than to fucking breed you, fill your womb with his cum. "'m g, gonna fucking cum," he pants, chest heaving. but he doesn't stop pummeling that cunt—goes faster, actually. chasing his release and eager to give you yours. the table's creaking, and everything on it shook with every thrust. upstairs neighbour behaviour.
you screamed when he lightly pinches that sensitive bud, and you're seeing stars; mouth agape and back completely arched as he coaxes an orgasm from you. your legs trembled, and chris bit on his lip. "fuuuuck, baby. you're so hot—love you, i love you," "chriiiis, fuckfuckfuckfuuuuck. love youuuuuu . . ♡,"
your lips crash together again, sloppily kissing each other as chris fucks you through your high. he grunts, wrapping his lips 'round your tongue, tasting you. with another slam of his hips, you moan against his mouth when he's completely buried deep in you; thick ropes of cum flooding your creamy, spasming cunt. he can't move any more, can't think anymore. he pulls away from you, because he's sure he'll forget how to breathe.
"oooooh, fuuuck—♡,"
spit's trickling down his stubbled chin, and chris is quiet for a moment; sent to cloud nine and completely fucked out. it takes a minute or two for him to recover, and he tilts your head to the side so he could briefly kiss you while he slid out of your cunt. you both groan, and chris kneads your ass, watching his cum slowly leak from your gaping pussy.
"heheh . . gonna call in sick?"
well, you couldn't feel your legs, so. yes.
CARLOS OLIVEIRA. ♡
carlos watched you writhe whilst you came undone from his tongue. your fingers were tugging on his already disheveled, raven tresses. it's your fifth orgasm—he thinks, if he's counting right; and he'd gladly give you more. his wet kisses trail up your tummy, chest, lips, and you liked how your taste lingered on his tongue.
"carlooos,"
"yes, meu bebê?"
carlos gets a realization tonight.
"want more. 'jus wanna feel you,"
he spoils you a little too much.
your cunt was still twitching with need. you'd do anything to satiate your hunger, anything to relieve that arousal pooling in your tummy. even though he's spent the last few minutes coaxing orgasm after orgasm from you.
but he loved seeing you like this. desperate. needy. like he was the only person you needed. you knew just how to get his gears going without trying. "hmm? but you just came, meu bebê. my beard's still wet," he teased, lips latching on your neck and tracing your skin with sharp canines. you held on to his built biceps, and carlos brings your knuckles to his lips. "j, jus' the tip. please. i want more," "i know, i know, bebê. shh . . "
he can never resist you. especially when you were begging him so prettily. didn't take long for him to prod his tip against your needy hole. you both gasp when the tip slowly sinks in, slowly stretches that wet pussy apart. your nails dig into his skin, and carlos bit his lip. "fuuuck, y/n. your pussy—," fucking warm 'nd tight. clenching on him like you needed him.
carlos didn't mind being bossed around by you, especially by you. he'd do anything you'd ask before you could even blink, but he just has to remind you who's in charge.
you gasped when he slowly sheathes an inch or two into your tight cunt. "carlos, w, what're you—?!" he makes sure to slide in nice and slow, so you'll feel every inch of him splitting him open. and also so he can savour that surprised look in your face.
especially when he harshly shoves the rest of his cock in your leaking pussy, god. you'll kill him. "y, you're so unfair, princesa. so cruel t'me," he cooed, not even giving you the time to process a thought as he began to pound you with ungodly stamina.
"you think i don't have needs too? think i don't need to fuck this cunt and to fuck you 'til you're cockdrunk and overstimulated?" nasty mouth, nastier thrusts. your eyes crossed, body jouncing with every slam forward of his hips.
"c, carlos—h,hnnngg!"
he grins. "yeaaaah, that's right, baby. scream my name." you were so sensitive already, flesh walls spasming around his veiny girth, but fuck, you were oozing so much milky essence, it smeared all over his balls. he leans in so your lips could crash together, and carlos grunts against your mouth as you instinctively wrap you legs around him. of course he had to pick up his pace. why wouldn't he? he was such a good boyfriend to you, paying attention to all your needs.
you whine when he parts from you, but he has to, or else he'd lose his balance. he needed to focus on fucking you, tire his pretty bebê out. he bites his lip when you run your palms all over his built chest and abdomen.
"fuckfuckfuck—carlos—♡!"
a hand wraps around your breast, kneading your tits and running his fingers over your erect nipple. whatever thought you had, he quickly fucked it out from that pretty mind of yours. whatever. not like you needed to think when he could do that for you. well, try.
"y/n—♡ godddd, minha linda garota," [ my pretty girl, ] he babbles on, absolutely hypnotized. god, what were you doing to him? carlos kept pummeling that cunt, bed creaking obnoxiously in the process but it seemed that neither of you cared.
more marks littered his skin, ranging from bites to scratches, and they were definitely going to be sore later, but that's okay, a little pain didn't hurt no one. spit trickles down on carlos's stubbled chin, and you lift yourself up a little jus' so you could lick it up.
"y/n—♡! f, fuck! você é tão porra de suja, m, merda!" [ you're so fucking filthy, shit! ] hooking his arms around your thighs and lifting it up to his shoulders, you squealed when he begins to fuck you faster. harder. sounds of skin slapping growing louder as he rammed you without mercy.
a spare thumb began to trace aimless circles on your clit, and you screamed as an orgasm was ripped from your poor oversensitive cunt. "c, carlos—♡! oh fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuuuuck!" you clutched onto the pillows, sheets, fucking anything. you sobbed, and carlos gently flicks his middle finger against that puffy clit—you squealed as you squirt in small fountains.
"you're sensitive, aren't you, bebê? eu te quebrei, princesa?" [ did i break you, princess? ]
and oh, the way you only responded in fucked out mewls, how fucking precious. now that you've coated his girth in your squirt, it was much easier for him to move in 'n out. you could hear jus' how wet he made you, how that soaking cunt squelched with every thrust. you were such a slut for your boyfriend, and rightfully so.
he stops being cocky when his orgasm nears, grunts turning into high-pitched whimpers as he fucked you into the mattress. carlos tried to keep his monstrous, merciless pace, but fuck, he was so close. the closer he was to filling your cunt up and flooding your walls, the sloppier his hips got, probably from fatigue.
but you were such an angel, his god-sent angel, movin' your hips as you tried to meet his thrusts halfway. carlos could cum at the fucking sight of you trying to fuck yourself against him.
"oh god—♡! oh god, fuck, fuuuuck. vou gozar. vou te engravidar. ai meu deus." [ gonna cum. 'm gonna get you pregnant, oh my god. ] carlos sobbed, and after a few more push of his hips, he's crying out as ribbons of thick cum filled that cunt.
he rides his high out with a few more mindless thrusts, combing a spare hand through his hair. he's in fucking heaven, jesus christ. it's you that brings him back to reality, rubbing his forearm and eventually interlacing your fingers with his.
"oh my god, baby. are you okay?" he caressed your face, and you tiredly smile at him. "never better," you kissed his palm, and carlos tucks away the stray hairs on your face. "you sure? you okay? does anything hurt?" "no, i'm fine. well, a little sore and sensitive, but it's okay. i like it," a grin tugged on his lips, and he shook his head. "you're such a freak, baby. it's okay, i love you," a kiss is pressed on your forehead, nose, and then lips.
you shuddered when he pulls out, and his cum slowly leaks from your used, gaping hole. "i love you . . " you mutter, scooting over to the side so carlos can have the space beside you. he sighs in relief when he finally lays down, absolutely spent. "c'mere," carlos sleepily grunts, pulling you to his arms. you took it upon yourself to cover both your bare, sweaty bodies with the blanket.
"did i tire you out yet?" "hmm . . no, not really," you jeered, and carlos chuckled. "well, i certainly tired myself out," you both laugh, and it didn't take long 'til you both dozed off.
end.
A/N: thank you so much for reading! more to cum. ;)
also, regarding carlos's fics, i will repair them soon and change his bilingual dialogue from spanish to portuguese. i'd like to apologize for mistaking him as hispanic!
disclaimers: Canon-typical violence, explicit sexual content, age-gap romance (oc is 21, Leon's 51), sugar baby/sugar daddy relationship. mentions of stalking (no leon isn't stalking), and off-screen character deaths. This story will have smut, romance, and all that good fun stuff, but also have a bit of a mystery/thriller edge to it. You are responsible for the content you consume!
pairings: re9! leon s kennedy x oc
summary:
Juliet is just your average college student, an out-of-state kid trying to get by on pennies to make it to another semester. It's the fall of her junior year, and she's recovering from an accident that caused her to lose both her parents. Drowning in debt, trying to keep her head above water day to day, her two closest friends decide to sign her up for a sugar baby site! Enraged when discovering she was getting messages from all sorts of men, she was about to delete it when getting a message from a guy under the user 'bikelover77' who didn't seem as creepy compared to the other guys in her DMs. Torn between keeping what she was doing and at the risk of getting kicked off campus, to taking a chance on what could change her forever.
Leon knows he shouldn't, but something about her stood out to him. One of the guys at the DSO had sent the link as a joke, since he seemed to be the perpetual bachelor while others around him were dating, married, or about to be married. He kept to himself; it was always safer that way. He takes a chance on Juliet, something not traditional, but would distract him from the constant survivor's guilt.
But trouble seems to get in the way, women are going missing - the city is on edge, and someone's got their eyes set on Juliet, wanting to give her a role as a star in a real-life horror film, and Leon's determined to change the ending.
