SUMMARY: Flirting in a university party with both Claire, your best friend, and Leon, your friend with benefits? That will definitely end up in both of them being more jealous that they'll ever admit... and just because of you
‼️ NSFW. Oral sex (female receiving), fingering, thigh riding, praising, begging, accidental voyeurism (Leon catches you both), mentions of threesome
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You feel your neck slick with sweat, your hands trembling, and a dull headache setting in. You were more than used to drinking that cheap alcohol they served at college parties like the one you were at now, but tonight felt different.
You couldn’t fool yourself.
You were nervous.
Very nervous.
You knew it wasn’t the alcohol, but the fact that your best friend, the one you felt far too much attraction toward, Claire Redfield, was sitting beside you, and Leon Kennedy, your friends with benefits, the guy you fucked at least once a week, was right in front of you.
You’ve completely lost the ability to concentrate and you don’t even remember the last thing Claire said to you. Chris, her brother, is on the couch in front of you, talking to Kennedy about who knows what. Leon’s gaze settles on you. It’s intense, and you know exactly what he’s trying to say with it.
To his surprise, you simply smile at him and shake your head slightly. You’d talk to him after the party about what you’d been thinking, about what you’d like to try.
Still, for a split second, you imagine taking his hand and dragging him to the nearest bathroom just to sit him down on the toilet, pull his pants down, and ride him… preferably with Claire listening. Or even watching you... or joining you.
You shake your head, pushing aside the thought that’s been circling your mind for far too long.
“Do you guys want to play truth or dare?” Claire shouts over the music, handing you a glass that smell like vodka. You take it and drink a generous sip.
“What do you think this is, kindergarten?” Chris mocks her. “For once I decide to come to one of Leon’s university parties. I’m not playing fucking stupid games.”
“Come on, Chris, we’re adults,” you reply, taking another sip, your eyes fixed on Leon as you run your tongue over your lips. “You know the kind of questions we could come up with. What about you start, Leon.”
Claire blushes and scoots a little closer to you. You slip your free arm around her shoulders and kiss her cheek, far too close to her lips.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Leon sigh and scowl.
You can’t help but feel pleased, especially when Claire kisses you back, just as close to your lips, leaning into you.
“Fine…” he says begrudgingly. “Truth or dare, Chris?”
“Truth,” he answers.
“Wow, boring,” his sister laughs. “Knowing Leon, he’s going to ask if you like Jill, and we all know you do—”
“Even though she’s friendzoned you more times than you can count,” you add, finishing the thought.
The two of you laugh. Chris doesn’t find it funny. Neither does Leon, though you know that, in his case, it’s probably because Claire is now sitting on your lap, her arms wrapped around your neck.
“Come on, then. Your turn, Chris!”
He shakes his head, a sly smile spreading across his face. As he opens a beer, he stares straight at his sister.
From what little you’d learned about Chris through Claire, you knew he always needed to one-up her, especially in situations like this.
“Claire: truth or dare?”
She grins and doesn’t hesitate.
“Dare.”
“Perfect, sis. I dare you to kiss her,” he points you.
Leon’s head snaps toward Chris, his expression practically begging him to change the dare.
To say Leon Kennedy was jealous at that moment would be an understatement.
Claire doesn’t hesitate. Just like before, she leans toward you and places a chaste kiss on your cheek, the two of you laughing as you let the alcohol take over.
“Come on. And you said it was going to get interesting when I complained we’re not kindergarten kids?” Chris scoffs. “A kiss on the cheek doesn’t count.”
You look at Leon. He’s completely red. If you look closely enough, you can see his hands clenched so tightly his knuckles have gone white.
He’s seething, and you can’t deny you’re enjoying it.
You’re not sure whether it’s the alcohol or the situation, but you decide to end things once and for all, in the simplest way possible.
You grab Claire by the waist and, still sitting on your lap, guide her so she straddles you, her legs spread on either side of you. Her face is inches from yours, too close. Her hands rest on your shoulders, massaging them softly.
You’d swear you can even feel her trying to grind against you.
You don’t hesitate any longer.
You cup her cheeks gently and pull her toward you until your lips meet.
You don’t know how long you stay like that, or what happens around you beyond Chris’s cheers. He looks more than surprised. Your hands tangle in her hair; hers never leave your neck.
You break the kiss abruptly when you run out of air, but you don’t push her away.
You smile, completely unashamed, when you notice Leon staring at the two of you.
After a few more rounds, with no questions or dares nearly as risky, you call the game, and the party, to an end.
The night, however, is far from over.
Claire and you head back to your dorm, where you share a room. Chris and Leon, who definitely can’t even look at you, promise they’ll go get some food and be back in a few minutes.
You decide to change into something more comfortable. As you take off your shirt, then your pants and panties, you don’t realize Claire is still there until you feel hands gripping your waist when you stumble and nearly fall.
“Fuck… you have an amazing ass, girl,” Claire says, smacking it. “I’d seen it before, but tonight…”
A knot tightens low in your stomach at her comment. You hadn’t even realized you were wearing nothing but your bra.
“Sorry. I could’ve changed in the bathroom if I knew I'd make you uncomfortable…”
“It’s okay,” she interrupts you. Then she steps closer. Too close. “It’s just that… sorry, just... Fuck... You’re very, very pretty, and my best friend, I know… but I would’ve liked to kiss you better, because with Chris right there, you know… So I was thinking that now that we’re alone…”
“Do you want to try again?” you murmur, moving even closer to her, taking her hand.
She looks at you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. Your gaze drops to her mouth.
There is nothing you want more right now than Claire Redfield.
She’s the one who takes the next step. Now she’s the one holding your hand, guiding you toward her bed. She makes you lie down on it and climbs on top of you, trailing her lips all over your body until she reaches your mouth, finally kissing you.
Desperation consumes you both. Her mouth moves with far more confidence now, and you’re sure yours does too. You can feel her trying to create friction between your bodies. You sit up, ending up seated, and she starts riding your thigh harder and faster.
“Fuck, you have no idea how much I’d like to scissor with you right now…” she whispers between kisses. “I’m on my period. I mean, you know I’m on my period, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable because I think I’ve already done that enough today, so I think we should stop.”
“Stop? No fucking way, Claire. Ride me,” you offer. “You’ve been doing it already,” you add, making sure she knows you noticed, “so give me the pleasure of giving you an orgasm.”
You’re desperate to have sex with her, to finally satisfy what you’ve been thinking about for months. Her being on her period wasn’t going to stop you.
Claire gives you a quick kiss on the lips before continuing the rocking of her hips against your thigh. Automatically, your hands go to her hips, digging your fingers in firmly and guiding her to grind harder against you.
She places her hands on your tits, squeezing them and teasing your nipples through the fabric of your bra until she decides to take it off, followed by her own shirt.
You’re both completely naked now, desperate for each other. Claire lets out a loud moan that makes you realize she’s finally found the perfect rhythm to bring herself to orgasm.
“That’s it…” you whisper, unable to stop looking at her.
“Yes, that’s it…” she repeats, wrapping her arms tightly around your neck. You know she’s close.
She keeps grinding on your thigh, but the thought of eating her out won’t leave your mind. You shake your head, trying to push the idea away, especially since you’re both a couple of drinks past sober.
“Oh my God, fuck, yes…” she moans as she speeds up even more, rubbing against you with fury. Her hands clutch your tits, and she even takes one into her hands, bringing it to her lips and starting to suck on it.
A few minutes later, you feel her begin to tremble. She collapses against you, coming undone on top of you, mouth open, unable to stop moaning your name loud and clear, her head resting on your shoulder.
She slumps down, spent. While she recovers from her orgasm, you run your hands gently over her body.
“Shit, that was…”
“Bad? Was it bad?” you ask, a little worried and overthinking already.
“It was fucking amazing. We have to do it again another day, but…” she sits up and kneels on the bed, “I think it’s your turn. Let me make you come.”
You start to sit up too, ready to mount her thigh, but you’re surprised when she gently pushes you back onto the bed, grabs your legs, and drags you to the edge, kneeling in front of you.
“Claire…”
“I want you to come in my mouth,” she says. And as if that weren’t enough, she adds, “Besides… that way, we’ll still have something pending. Everything we do today is going to leave me wanting more.”
It’s the first time you’ve ever had sex with a woman. Yes, you knew you were bisexual, and yes, you’d masturbated far too many times thinking about women, about Claire especially over the past few months, but you didn’t know how to take control of this. You decide to give up and say nothing more, letting Claire take the lead.
Between the alcohol and the adrenaline of fucking your best friend, your head is spinning, but you can’t say no.
You wanted this too much. You’d wanted it for too long.
She places her hands on your thighs, spreads your legs, leaving your pussy completely exposed in front of her. She looks at it for a moment, slowly, licking her lips while teasing you lightly with her fingers.
Without warning, Claire dives between your legs and goes straight for your clit.
She doesn’t waste time. She licks it, sucks it, and teases it so intensely that your hips start to buck at the sensation. Her tongue roams over your pussy while two of her fingers begin to work inside you.
“Claire, please…”
In response to your pleas, she starts penetrating you with those same two fingers. At first she goes slow, painfully slow, but little by little she builds up to a dizzying pace that leaves you completely desperate, her tongue never leaving your clit.
Claire knew exactly how to please a woman.
Your moans become broken, too loud, pushing you right to the edge.
You’re completely lost in your pleasure until you hear the door crack open.
“Girls, we couldn’t find anything open, so we thought we’d go—”
Leon.
He freezes when he sees you lying on the bed, with Claire eating your pussy.
Your head starts spinning even more. You don’t know what to do, and you know Leon doesn’t either.
He stands there with his hand still on the doorknob, lips parted, eyes fixed on your exposed sex, the same one he’d eaten out and fucked so many times before.
Claire doesn’t stop tasting you, not caring that Leon is standing there watching.
You hear Chris’s voice approaching, but before he can say anything, Leon slams the door shut. You hear them both talking about what you and Claire are doing, and you’re surprised when Leon tells him you were changing clothes.
Yeah. Sure.
As your orgasm starts building low in your belly, you think about the idea of sharing Leon. Of, at the very least, having Claire watch Leon fuck you.
You’re a hypocrite, but you’d told Leon from the start: your relationship was just no-strings-attached sex, with the possibility of other partners. And here you were, with Claire, his best friend’s sister, eating your pussy while he was forced to listen to you beg her for more, to make you come.
You force yourself to remember that you don’t belong to Leon, that you never promised him exclusivity when you started your friends-with-benefits arrangement. That you’re not doing anything wrong with Claire.
You tangle a hand in Claire’s hair, pulling her closer as she keeps fucking you relentlessly, now with three fingers.
“Come for me,” she orders softly. You don’t know if the alcohol is affecting you too much, but you imagine Leon’s voice saying the same thing.
The thought of Leon fucking you while Claire sits on your face is what finally pushes you over the edge.
She keeps fucking you through your orgasm, waiting for you to calm down. She pulls her fingers out of you and, when she collapses beside you, offers them to you. You lick them without any shame, then lean in to kiss her, tasting yourself again.
“Truth or dare?” she suddenly asks.
You don’t know what to expect, but you answer anyway:
“Truth.”
Claire moves closer, wrapping a leg around you and sliding her hand back down to your pussy. Then she looks at you with a mischievous smile.
“Is it true that you’d like to have a threesome with me and Leon?”
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as happy as i am for the CV remake i just have an INKLING FEELING that capcom is going to water down the whimsy of the OG game… like i swear ill riot if they don’t include Wesker’s “Alexia?!?” or Steve’s “FATHERRRRRR”😭😭
yeah the og lines and voice acting was kinda cringe in some moments but that’s what made it so campy, i hope the remake doesn’t take itself too seriously.
