Why has every twilight fic writer fallen off the face of the earth? Where’d you guys go? How am I supposed to get my fix? Updated 2 years ago? Come back. Finish this. I need you.
Includes: Dick Grayson, Wally West, Barry Allen and Hal Jordan
Summary: during a party game, he gets flustered from kissing you :p
Content/CW -> gn! reader, abt ~500 words a part, light teasing, being flustered, the boys being menaces, making out, slightly suggestive, lmk if i forgot anything
requested by the lovely amazing @gothamorphosis
froggi yaps -> did you miss me? cause i missed you :p im back and better than ever, i got soooo much motivation to write rn, i literally wrote this in less than 2 hours. i hope you guys like it cause i had a lot of fun writing it <3
Dick Grayson:
Jason Todd shouldn’t be here. He doesn’t want to be here. And yet, he had nothing better to do and the opportunity to get Dick back for what he did to him last week was just too good.
He almost feels bad when he finishes telling Dick what his dare is and sees the horrified look on your face. He clocks it immediately—the way your mouth presses into a line, the way you’re suddenly shaking your leg, the way you can’t even look at Dick.
“That’s a stupid dare.”
You nod in agreement but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little disappointed. Why wouldn’t he want to make out with you?
Jason simply shrugs. “You can always choose truth if you’re feeling shy.”
It’s the way Jason says it that has your ears perking up. You risk a glance at Dick only to see him staring right at you, offering a sheepish smile. You nod, ever so slightly, the quietest signal that what he’s about to do is okay.
Dick rises to his feet and your heart jumps into your throat. You set your cup on the coffee table and match his movements, standing up on shaky legs. Your pulse picks up with every step closer to Dick and you’re painfully aware of the distance between you growing shorter and shorter.
Eyes are on you, the rest of the people in the room—Dick’s friends, mostly—watching with bated breath.
As if the universe doesn’t hate you enough in this moment, you stumble over your own feet, Dick catching you in his arms and pulling you against his chest.
“I gotcha.”
You’re at a loss for words, everything you could possibly say right now caught in your throat. You settle under his touch, forcing yourself to take deep breaths to keep yourself cool through the moment.
It’s Dick that hesitates. Hands on your waist and lower back, lips only inches from yours, he freezes up. Lucky for him, you don’t.
You press yourself closer to him and tilt your head back, parting your lips to meet his. You catch his bottom lips between yours, eyes fluttering shut, and let yourself move against him. Something woody lingers on his mouth, floods your senses as you kiss him.
Dick tugs you closer, beckoning you in until the space between you is nonexistent. You forget how to breathe for a second, heat crawling up your spine until it suffocates you.
You pull away, Dick grinning goofily at you. His cheeks are slightly pink, his shoulders tensed.
You open your mouth to speak, only to be cut off.
“What’s wrong, Grayson?” Jason heckles. “At a loss for words?”
You’re too busy watching Dick’s own flustered face to realize you’re completely free of any shame, the heat that was rising up your spine having dissipated into nothingness.
“You feeling alright?” You tilt your head at Dick, a knowing grin on your face.
He shakes his head. “I think I need you to kiss me better.”
You can’t help but roll your eyes and oblige.
Wally West:
Wally’s eyes are on you. Your eyes are on the floor. Knots form in your stomach, heat crawls up your spine and you cannot bring yourself to look at the man who just spun the bottle that landed on you.
Roy Harper’s elbow digs into your side. “Hey, we don’t have all night.”
“Asshole.” You mutter.
He snickers in return, clapping a hand on your back and pushing you forwards. You stumble to your feet, eyes still on the ground, and make your way across to you to where Wally’s sitting. More eyes are on you, the eyes of your fellow teammates who absolutely know about the torch you carry for the red haired speedster.
It only sends the heat racing further through your veins.
Five more steps to Wally. Your heart pounds in your chest, smashing so hard against your ribcage you’re sure it’ll break.
Wally leans back where he’s sitting on the floor, crossing his arms behind his head. You wish you had something to throw at him.
It was his idea to play Spin the Bottle, him who grabbed the empty Pink Whitney bottle that Kory had left laying around and set it on the floor. Him who made you sit through several rounds of this while your nerves only grew more and more.
You’d been pleading with the universe, to any higher power that would listen, for the bottle to not land on you. But then you’d considered the possibility of having to watch Wally kiss someone else and venom had risen to your throat and then you weren’t sure whether you wanted the bottle to land on you or not.
You swallow hard and force yourself forwards, straddling Wally’s waist and sitting down on the meat of his thighs. You can feel the thick muscle through his jeans, feel it rub against your own thighs as you sit down.
Wally grins at you, cocking his head to the side, red strands falling into his face. “Don’t worry,” he winks. “I’ll be gentle.”
The heat grows unbearable. Your hands shake slightly as you raise them to cup his face. Fuck, fuck, fuck. And without another thought, you’re leaning forwards and pressing your lips onto his, snaking your hands to the back of his neck to tangle them in his hair.
Wally gasps, tongue darting out to swipe the backs of your teeth. His lips move perfectly in sync with yours, hands grasping at your hips and tugging you in closer.
A small sound of disappointment slips from his lips when you pull away. His hands don’t leave your hips. His lips are swollen and sticky with saliva, cheeks flushed almost as red as his hair. And somehow, someway, you’re completely fine.
You poke his red cheek. “You feeling okay, Walls?”
“Don’t—don’t even,” he grumbles, fingertips digging into your skin.
Roy claps his hands, shaking his head in disbelief.
Barry Allen:
You’re not sure why you agreed to play this stupid game. You’re not even sure who came up with the idea to play this. Given almost everyone here is either pushing thirty or well beyond it, you have no idea where seven minutes of heaven even came from.
But now, put on the spot and told to get into the old janitors closet with Barry fucking Allen of all people, you wish you’d never agreed to play. More than that, judging by the stupid smirk on Hal Jordan’s face, you wish you’d never told the stupid Lantern about the torch you carry for Barry.
Hal whistles lowly, looking between you and the speedster. “Come on now, we don’t have all day.”
You flip him the bird and shoot him a glare, a weak distraction from the knots that your stomach has been tied in. Barry’s gaze burns into your face but you can’t bring yourself to look, leaving yourself to wonder if he feels as flustered as you do right now.
You glance at the closet, the door haunting you. The sound of Barry’s Converse sneakers scuffing against the floor has your head snapping up, eyes finally meeting his. Heat immediately blooms in the pit of your stomach, crawling it’s way through each and every one of your veins.
You swallow hard and force yourself to meet his strides and walk towards the closet.
Hal, not being able to help himself as usual, grins wickedly. “You kids have fun, okay?”
Barry scoffs and mutters something under his breath that you can’t hear. You silently put a curse on the pilot, hoping even more of his hair will go grey.
The door to the closet closes, darkness falls and you find yourself pressed chest to chest with Barry Allen.
“We don’t have to kiss if you’re uncomfortable.”
“I’m not uncomfortable.”
You can barely make out the frown on his face. “I can feel your heart racing,” he mumbles, and it sends a shiver up your spine.
“That doesn’t mean I’m uncomfortable.”
“Then what are you?”
You’re not sure why you do it. Maybe it’s the growing tension in this tiny dark closet, or maybe it’s to save yourself from saying something that you’ll great, but suddenly you find your lips pressed against Barry’s.
You expect him to push you away, to want to talk more. You’re not ready for the hunger he responds with, for him to push you against the wall and cup a hand behind your thigh and to graze your lips with his teeth.
It’s not awkward like how you expected it to be. It’s hot and dizzying and has butterflies erupting in your stomach. You kiss him back just as ferociously, snaking your hands up his shoulders and into his hair and tugging on it.
You—a loud knock comes at the door, Barry flinching back from you. You have just enough time to wipe some of the wetness off your mouth before Hal rips the door open and light comes streaming in.
You blink, entirely shocked by the redness of Barry’s cheeks and the complete mess you made of his hair. Hal looks just as surprised as you feel, looking between the mess you made of Barry Allen and your own perfectly composed face.
“Shit,” he says, shaking his head. “You really went for it.”
Barry shoulders past him, grabbing your hand in his. “Shut up, Hal.”
Hal Jordan:
The music blaring from the old bar speakers is almost enough to drown out the sound of Hal Jordan making the last shot in pool. The cue ball clacks against the 8 and you watch with wide eyes as it sails across the table, bounces off the side and perfectly sinks into the pocket he called.
He turns to face you with a toothy grin, pool stick still clutched in his hand. “So?”
Heat rushes to your head as you remember your earlier bet with him. If I get this ball in, he’d said, you have to kiss me like you mean it.
It was an eye rolling comment, something you’d snorted at despite having a very strong urge to actually kiss him. Not that you’d ever tell Hal that—it would go straight to his head.
But now, faced with the smiling pilot, all messy hair and warm eyes, you kind of wish you hadn’t made that bet.
Barry smiles at you from the other side of the table, his eyes knowing. Your partner at pool, albeit not much help with how clumsy he is, is the only one who knows just how you feel about Hal Jordan. You’re not entirely convinced he didn’t throw the game on purpose just so he can finally stop hearing about Hal Jordan.
You sigh and take a step towards Hal, slowly closing the gap between the two of you. You’re a few inches away when Hal suddenly rests a hand on the small of your back and tugs you flush against him, his lips hovering mere centimetres away from yours.
The breath catches in your throat. You close the gap between you, moving your lips against his. The taste of leftover whiskey and smoke on his lips fills your mouth, the flavour an odd comfort among your racing heart and frayed nerve ends.
Hal’s hand is warm on your back, his body radiating heat through yours. You pull away and swallow away your nerves, forcing a brave smile.
“That good enough for you, Jordan?” You say and you’re entirely surprised you managed to say it without stuttering.
His cheeks are flushed, mouth slightly open as he looks at you in surprise. “I don’t—”
You laugh and Dinah Lance, propped against the counter next to Oliver, wolf whistles.
“Cat got your tongue?” You go to take a step back only for Hal to catch your wrist. “What, do you want round 2?”
And you should know to never, ever challenge Hal Jordan, especially not when his heart is racing and the adrenaline is hitting him so clearly. Hal tugs you back into him, cupping your chin and smashing his lips back onto yours.
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NIVAN NIVANNN, this isn't really a request, just a silly ask but ,, (◍•ᴗ•◍) i think we all know it is probablyyy established that albert is our no. 1 pussy slapper, but what chu think about the other resident evil men?!?!? who would be no. 2 or who be the least into it... >____< personally i think chris and jake would be into it...
CUNT SMACKING.ᐟ— featuring RE MEN.
PAIRINGS: RE MEN/you.
TAGS: cunt slapping, obv, condescension, ruined orgasms, just pure horniness, daddy/master kink
A/N: no thoughts. head empty.
NSFW UNDER THE CUT!
THE SADISTS who enjoy ruining your orgasm and making you cum from nothing but his harsh cunt slapping.
ALBERT WESKER, HUNK, jake muller, karl heisenberg.
the way he laughed was absolutely menacing. “soaked already? i haven’t even made you beg for me yet,” your clit twitches from the sting and from his cruel words. another wet SMACK! echoes in your shared bedroom. your slick only made the impact more blissfully painful.
“look at that cunt. you like this, don’t you? having your pretty pussy slapped. think i can make y’cum with just me slapping it?” you shake your head, and it doesn’t matter anyways; because he’s landing another strike—once, twice—anyways.
“c’mon, slut. beg me. say please, master. don’t make me repeat it.”
THE BRAT BREAKERS who’ll put you in your place, claims to do it to “discipline” you.
ALBERT WESKER, chris redfield, jack krauser, karl heisenberg.
“how many?”
“e , eight . . ”
this is your punishment when you’re being extra stubborn, and if you dared lose count of how many strikes he’s bestowed on that puffy cunt, good luck; he won’t hesitate to start over so as long as you learn a fucking lesson.
slap!
“n, nine!” your poor cunt’s given soft, gentle rubs as comfort. “my poor angel. are you gonna do it again?” slap! “ten—! n, no i won’t! won’t do it again!” slap! “promise?” you could barely utter out an eleven, the humiliation and the pain makin’ this more pleasurable than it should. slap! “p, promise, daddy! eleve—!” slap! his laughter blends in nicely with your wails.
“you know i'd rather not do this, but you've been bad. y'know what bad girls get.”
THE SWEETHEARTS who’ll do what you ask, because, well, why the hell not?
LUIS SERRA, CARLOS OLIVEIRA, leon kennedy, piers nivans.
“you’re kinkier than i thought, darling,”
he whispered in your ear, thumb rubbing over your sensitive, reddening cunt. “didn’t think you’d love—,” SMACK! “—having your pretty, pretty pussy slapped.” you knew you wouldn’t hear the end of this after specifically requesting it, but fuck, you were dripping; transparent, sticky arousal smearing everywhere.
“should i slap her again, my love?” his eyes break away from your puffy clit and looking over you, expectant. “y, yes please,” you mutter weakly, holding on to his biceps. he can’t resist, can’t say no to his good girl.
SMACK!
your essence sticks to the pads of his calloused fingers, and he couldn’t help but let his lips curl up to a smile. “god, you’re fucking dripping.”
taking my break from Pokopia to write Piers Nivans filth✌🏾
fucking virgin!piers nivans and turns out that man is pussy whipped as hell.
he tries so hard not to cum when he slips into you the first time, tries not to think about your pussy taking him so well all tight and hot and warm. keeps his hands clutching the headboard because god if he touches you its over.
he needs you to stop talking, stop cooing out sweet praises about how full you feel and how big his cock is.
"y' want me to take over baby?" all he can do is shake his head because he wants to fuck you, needs it like air in his lungs. he's been thinking about it for weeks now, humping his pillow during the late nights at base or frantically fucking into his hand with lotion thinking about how you'd sound. how you'd look splayed out against your bedsheets with that sweet smell of perfume in the air and the warm summer scent from your apartment window that you keep cracked open.
"i-I wanna-" god he sounds pathetic, but you don't laugh at him. just coo and run your hands up and down his sides, batting those pretty eyes up at him like you have all the time in the world.
and that's all it takes for him to lose it.
he's a mess, fucking into you like it's the last time he'll ever get the chance. his thrusts are a bit uncoordinated, but its so cute watching his thighs shake. you clench around him and he gasps, a choked noise that has his entire body arching.
"g-god this is so good-" Piers babbles out, strong hands reaching to grab at your thighs and yank them up in a mating press he's seen from the porno's he's watched. and from the way you moan means he's doing something right. "s-so much better than my hand." his thrusts are rough and relentless, rough hands keeping your hips pinned to the sheets whenever you try to arch.
he's so caught up that he doesn't even realize he's close, that he's cumming until it happens. his vision gets spotty but god his hips don't stop moving. your legs wrap around his hips and god now you're cumming, tight pulses and babbled moans into the sheets that has Piers convinced he's died and went to heaven. that nothing would ever be as euphoric.
"d-don't wanna stop-" Piers's eyes brim with tears, heady fuzzy from the overstimulation. his hips continue to weakly move, his cock still dribbling out pulses of hot cum. "l-lemme stay, lemme fuck you some more. please baby?"
you can feel him twitching in your spent pussy, cock already starting to chub. you know you should refuse, but he's looking at you so pathetically with those teary eyes. "y' feel so amazin'. j-just don't want it to end."
you don't even have a chance to reply before he's fucking into you again, a mess of his cum and your pussy making the most obscene noise.
can you write hc for Chris falling for a coworker? Good luck on the blog ❤️
Character(s) Featured (Separately): Chris Redfield, Piers Nivans
Warning(s): Kinda wholesome, no smut, not my best work tbh
Author's Note: I RETURN WITH FOOD, CLEAN FOOD. FEAST MY CHILDREN.
Word Count: 588 words
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Chris Redfield
RAHHH THE CHOKEHOLD I WANT THIS MAN TO PUT ME IN-
The chokehold you probably have on this man needs to be studied like it's not even a joke,
He first noticed you when you were assigned to his squad and you weren't all that noticeable - average, a decent fighter, and a pretty face to top it all off.
The thing that would probably kick off his crush is when after a long mission, he had broke his wrist trying to punch a B.O.W
And the worst part? It was in his dominant hand, so this man was STRUGGLING.
And who was there to help him write reports? You.
Who was there to make him food? You.
Who scratched that one itch he couldn't get on his deliciously muscular back? You.
So when this man fell, he fell HARD but the thing with Chris is that he is pretty good with being discreet about these types of things, so you wouldn't even notice his little crush until it became not so little.
He'd help you grab things you can't reach, invite you for smoke breaks (if you do smoke), little things that'd probably just come off as him being helpful.
Now as for him actually confessing, he probably would have to get a nudge from Claire or Jill cause the last thing he wants is to make things awkward for you considering he's your superior.
But with some ample encouragement, he'd probably start testing the waters with little things like a hand on your hip, standing closer, or if he's feeling bold, he'll flirt.
And if you don't seem to be catching on, well then he'd probably be a bit more blunt but still insanely respectful. Literally you could probably expect him saying "Hey, you want to go on a date?"
If you say no? He does feel a little embarrassed, but he won't get weird about it. If you say yes? Well then there's a date.
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Gah dayum this gif is huge-
Now PIERS? My sweet munchkin who can literally snipe an apple off of my head? He's a whole different ball game than Chris.
This man would probably NOT have a crush on you if you were on his team, he just doesn't strike me as the type to do that.
But now if you were a nurse or an office worker for the BSAA? Oh then it might be possible.
He meets you when he's trying to turn in his report and you just happened to be the one to grab it for him. Now, he doesn't get hooked until he notices you blushing as you take the little paper from him with sweetest little "thank you" he's ever heard.
Boom. Now he's got the rogue thought of "Wait, they're cute..."
Now all of a sudden Piers is stopping by your office with coffee, trying to get to know you, just happening to bump into you on your lunch breaks.
And unlike Chris, I think Piers wouldn't be as careful as he would be. I think Piers would definitely flirt a bit more obviously and hint at his growing feelings for you much more often.
When you don't push him away or set a boundary, Piers goes for the kill.
"You uh... think you'd wanna go get a bite to eat sometime?"
If you say no? He blushes with the sting of rejection and clears his throat, quickly finding an excuse to leave.
If you say yes? "Really? I mean-" He clears his throat, hits his chest a little bit, "Yeah, sounds good, sounds great, you got anywhere in mind?"
synopsis: Chris fucked you too hard and now you’re feeling crampy. So, he indulges you with the most heavenly aftercare to make you feel better.
includes: Chris Redfield/AFAB reader, aftercare, fluff and smut, soft smut, body worship, oral sex, cuddling/snuggling, sleepy kisses, pet names, Chris calls himself ‘daddy’ once, groping, and Chris is just soft and really whipped for his lover
words: 1.8k
a/n: Not my usual stuff but I was feeling kinda icky today so here’s what came of it :) I literally have three other ideas I love more sitting in my drafts that I was too scared I’d mess up…..and thought about this too much NOT to do anything with it
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Your cunt is throbbing from the stretch and attention Chris just fucked into you. He’s a big guy, and sometimes he gets a little carried away seeing you writhe under his hold. This time, however, he went a bit too hard and left you feeling all sorts of achy.
Specifically, your womb churns a bit, attempting to ease the pressure on your now bruised cervix. Not like you could move much from the exhaustion anyways, but the discomfort has you curled and wincing in your shared bed.
His warm, meaty arms are wrapped around you, pulling you impossibly close with your back against his chest. Holding you will never be enough. Chris shifts to drape a leg over the crest of your hip. He’d lay atop your chest if he could, ear pressed against your skin to revel in your heartbeat. But, he’s a little too heavy to comfortably do that. Instead, Chris holds you close to his chest as if cradling a small child. With your size difference, he might as well be.
The weight of his limbs are the only thing that grounds you from your high, letting your head find its footing back in consciousness. You usually use a weighted blanket to sleep, often wrapping yourself in blankets to cuddle after sex. Chris can’t help but feel distasteful for it when you have a perfectly good, heavy boyfriend that can ease you down with his own body weight. He doesn’t keep his muscles that big for no reason.
Chris physically cannot hold himself back from kissing you through the aftermath, painting your flushed skin with his hot breath. They’re slow and calculated, but internally he feels uncontrollably restless, desperate to feel every inch of your skin under his kiss-bitten pout. Almost as if his lips will itch if they aren’t sealed against your skin: allergic to separating from you.
Chris nuzzles the top of his head under your jaw, his cropped hair sending chills across your skin and the vibrations from his low, possessive hum tickling your skin.
He doesn’t kiss you with need, but rather with adoration. His care for you goes beyond the sex, even if he will bend to your every desire just to see you smile. Chris kisses you in the afterglow to remind you that he’ll always be there. That he’ll never be too exhausted to love you. It doesn’t matter if it’s a weekend off or a return from a month’s long mission, he’ll always be at your feet to worship you.
Chris can’t help it, really. Constantly feeling drawn in like a magnet to its opposite match, if you’re there, he’s already showering you with love.
Caught up in his adoration, he gets a little too handsy, borderline groping you just to feel more of your plush body under his touch.
Chris lets out another content hum as he runs his hand along your side, feeling the dip of your waist crescendo over your supple hips. His hand then swoops back down your waist, skating across your stomach to pull you even closer against him.
You haven’t scooted away from him, mind you. He just keeps forgetting how close you both actually are. There could be zero empty space left between you, and he still would crave you closer.
When you accidentally let out a groan or whimper at the swelling pain in your abdomen, Chris can’t fully stop his kisses to ask what’s wrong. His lips graze your skin, warm breath fanning across your goosebumps and give you chills. Mumbles buzzing against your skin, he can’t even manage three words out before cutting himself off with another kiss.
Chris brings a palm over your womb, the heat of his skin soothing your ache ever so slightly. He doesn’t even open his eyes as he speaks, wanting his only sensation to be the feeling of your precious body under his touch.
When you finally confess your pain from his brutal sex, Chris falls into his abnormal way of apologizing. First, he mutters a few “I’m sorry”s, into the shell of your ear, always calling you his ‘babygirl’. But it turns dangerous once he insists on making you feel better.
Chris doesn’t regret fucking every ounce of energy out of you. He doesn’t fold in on himself, blaming himself for it. He will, however, smirk to himself, his ego secretly inflating over the fact his cock was so big that it stretched you to the point of residual aching. He’d never hurt you on purpose, though, and that’s why he wants to make it up to you.
Gently, mindful of your already fragile state, Chris rubs circles up your abdomen. He puffs his chest into your back, the curly hair there tickling your skin, as his hand makes its way up your front. A pulse of want and electricity shoots from his palm through your chest, out your back to his own. The heat of him and his need conducts through your body like a static electricity ball.
His repetitive kisses never stop, now settling against the back of your neck as he drops his head into the pillows. Something’s got to give in order for his hand to have full range of motion to massage your chest. The leg that rests on your hip intertwines with yours to pry open your body a bit, exposing more of you to explore.
Soon he’s kneading circles into your breasts, gently pooling your desire. It confuses you a bit, the sensual act combined with his lack of hard-on sending mixed signals. He insists he isn’t trying to get anything from you. Chris isn’t really intending to fuck you again or isn’t trying to wring another orgasm from you. He just knows how easily you relax under his touch, sexual or not. While the buttons he’s pushing may ere on the side of sensual, you both just want a quick fix to your pain.
It doesn’t hurt that he loves cupping your breasts, anyways.
He could sit for hours cuddling you and rubbing mindless circles across your pebbles nipples. Chris can be a fidgety guy when there’s a lot going on in his head, and giving you some pleasure from it is just the cherry on top.
Especially when the scent of his musky, tobacco-graced skin rolls over your shoulder? You could sink into the mattress forever. All the vulnerable, sensitive parts of your body are supported and warmed by your strong, sensual boyfriend.
You’re too tired to properly whine under his touch, but little whimpers meet every exhale without even trying. Now, instead of your cramping stomach? All you feel is his gentle grip on your chest and his growing smile pressed into the nape of your neck.
“Does that feel better, baby?” Chris asks when you start to squirm a little in his hold, regaining enough consciousness to notice overstimulation creeping in. But when you voice it? He props his chin on your shoulder.
“Does it feel bad, baby?” You shake your head ‘no’. “Does it hurt?” You’ll pause a moment before shaking your head again. “Good. So just let daddy help you feel good again, sweet girl.”
And just when he starts to lull you into sleep, you’ll feel the bed dip as he readjusts his position.
Chris’s insatiable kisses reach your thighs. He doesn’t even bother with rolling you onto your back, too eager to worship your puffy clit with his tongue. His aftercare kisses never are limited just to your face.
Sustained with care, Chris works along the outside of your folds, darting his tongue out to hitch and anchor his face along your skin. The only thing he’s quick about is reassuring you that he’s not looking to get anything out of this, that he just wants you to lay back and feel.
‘Devour’ is too violent of a word to describe how Chris eats your cunt after sex. ‘Savor’ is more fitting. The way he latches onto your clit, his puffy lips barely grasp onto your sensitive skin. His tongue just scarcely nudges your bundle of nerves, drawing it deeper into his wet hot mouth. Chris doesn’t even fully suckle on you, but just uses his tongue to rub your clit against the inside of his lips, careful of how overstimulated you already are. He won’t dare give attention to your spent hole, though, fully aware of how hard he pummeled his cock into it earlier. Chris is mindful while grabbing your thighs tight, but not too tight that he digs into your flesh. Just a gentle hold to weigh your body down, guiding your hips so he can suckle at the spots that make you sigh the loudest.
Not that he doesn’t want to look at you, but his eyes stay shut. He doesn’t want you to feel like you have to put on a show for him simply because he’s watching. You can always feel his gaze from a mile away. But with the sweet scent of your cunt, your soft skin spilling into his hands, and the taste of his cum dripping from your hole? Chris has enough to relish even without his sight. His head is perpetually stuck in the clouds as he absorbs anything and everything that is you. Just feeling your body relax into his touch is enough. Relaxed even if you shift every so often to encourage him to explore a new patch of sensitive skin.
Chris eats you as if he’s massaging your cunt with his tongue. He’s not working to stir energy in you, but works to have you sinking deeper into the sleepy headspace he previously fucked you into. Both your libidos are thankful for that.
When you finally go limp, giving into the exhaustion, Chris returns to peppering you with kisses. He doesn’t want to wake you with his voice, so he uses his lips to worship your body for granting you relaxation. Your folds get a few extra pecks, thanking them for gripping his cock so tightly. Your clit gets some kisses next, thanking it for enduring the little extra attention that lulled you to sleep. He works his way up your abdomen, punctuating his care with kisses above your womb. Hoping the attention will unclench the cramps just a little more while you sleep…..and silently apologizing for the internal bruising marked by his relentless thrusts.
Chris rubs his cheek against your stomach, resting his tilting head for a moment as he admires your sleeping form. He thinks not just then, but especially now at the sight of you: “how did I get so lucky?”
A/N: Here comes the second part! I didn't think I would grow so close to this story but I did. I love their dynamic and I am so happy you guys supported this story. Thank you to everyone who reads, comments, likes, reblogs and voted on the polls. And your feedback! I first wanted to write the jealousy part but then it felt wrong and I rewrote it....here goes what I did instead. I hope you enjoy. Please tell me your thoughts xo
Warnings: SMUT. MDNI. P in V. Oral (both receiving). Unprotected Sex. Cuss Words.
The weeks passed and none of you brought the topic up again. It had been a one-time thing, right?
Still, the memory stayed with you. You thought about it almost every day. Leon’s lips on your neck, on your mouth, on your breasts. Chris’s firm grip, his kisses, the feel of his beard between your legs when he….well yeah.
When it came to work, the three of you stayed professional. You operated like always, kept meeting up in the evenings for drinks. The tension never really went away. The glances were there, the subtle electricity between you. Maybe there were a few heated moments: sitting on one of their laps, a make-out session, hands wandering but none of you crossed that line again. At least not fully. Maybe it was only a matter of time. Or maybe something else was holding you back.
You’d all agreed : no obligations, no feelings, no rules. But of course, it didn’t stay that simple. It never does. There was no particular moment when things started to change. No argument, no obvious shift. It started small. Quiet. With moments you could have missed, but didn’t.
Chris began touching you more. Just little things. A hand on your back. A slap on your ass as he passed you. A kiss pressed to the back of your neck when no one was around. And you liked it, of course you did, but it blurred the line even more. Every time, you gave him a look. That annoyed eye-roll that said “stop it,” but also “do it again.” He usually just grinned, gave you another playful smack, and went back to business like nothing had happened.
Leon was different. He wanted you too, that much was clear. But he wasn’t as bold. He brought you your favorite coffee whenever you were together, always stood a little closer than necessary, and somehow always seemed one step ahead, just for you. Sometimes he whispered sweet nothings into your ear when you two were alone.
And suddenly you were caught in something you hadn’t seen coming.
Your biggest fear had initially been, that you were starting to fight, compete or get jealous of each other. But this was almost worse, because what you hadn’t seen coming were the feelings that were starting to evolve.
Chris started bringing you your favorite snacks whenever you two were together.
Leon began checking in, asking if you’d slept alright.
Chris sent you new songs late at night.
And both of them were constantly watching out for you, even though they knew you could protect yourself. They just wanted to be….there.
They weren’t competing, no. But there was something changing in the dynamic between you three. You were irritated. In a good way. Neither of them was known for seeking closeness without a reason. And suddenly, you were the center of their quiet plans.
One evening, when you had met up at your favorite bar, you found yourself thinking about it again. The three of you were sitting far off to the side, tucked away in a quiet booth. You were sitting between them.
Chris and Leon were laughing about some old anecdote, and Chris could barely stop laughing.
“And then he just said, ‘Hey, Captain, I have no idea how I’m supposed to hold this thing,’” he grunted, nearly doubled over with laughter.
You watched the two of them with a small smile, your drink held loosely in your hand, staying quiet. Leon laughed along, then glanced over at you and briefly took your hand.
“Hey… you okay?” he asked, smiling in that charming way of his. “You’ve been pretty quiet tonight.”
“Yeah… I’m fine,” you said softly. “I’ve just been thinking a lot lately. About us… the three of us.” Your gaze moved back and forth between the two men. They exchanged a quick look, both about to speak, but you continued before either of them could say anything.
“I know. No relationship. No rules, no feelings,” you said quietly, lowering your eyes to your drink as you watched the ice cubes drift and clink against the glass. “But honestly… it doesn’t feel casual anymore.”
Chris cleared his throat softly and carefully brushed his hand along your arm.
“What exactly do you mean…?” he asked cautiously. Leon was watching you too, and you were fully aware that both of them knew exactly what you were talking about.
“You treat me differently,” you said honestly. “I mean, in a good way, obviously, but… different. Like I’m your girlfriend or something.”
“And I’d be lying if I said you’re just good friends to me,” you continued. “You mean a lot to me. A lot. And not just when we’re in bed.” You lowered your voice for the last part, almost whispering it.
Chris and Leon swallowed their laughter, realizing how important this conversation was to you.
Chris was the first to move. His hand stayed on your arm, his thumb pressing there just a little more firmly.
“…Yeah,” he said quietly, exhaling through his nose. “We know.”
Leon shifted beside you, his expression softer than usual, but there was tension in his jaw. He leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on the table.
“You’re not imagining it,” he added. “We are treating you differently.”
Chris glanced at Leon, then back at you. His voice was careful, like every word mattered.
“Because it stopped being just fun a while ago,” he admitted. “At least for me.”
The words hung heavy between the three of you.
Leon nodded once, slow. “Yeah…same here”
You needed a moment to process that. You had hoped for this answer, yet it still caught you off guard. The thought that two of these gorgeous men had developed feelings for you, feelings that went beyond just your body, felt almost unreal.
“So… what is this now?” you asked, tilting your head slightly. “Are we… in a relationship? The three of us?”
“We don’t have to put a label on it,” Chris said, taking a sip of his drink.
“All we know is…” He paused, then looked at you again. “We want you. Not just your body. Just you. With everything”
You took a deep breath, feeling that familiar warmth spread through you, all the way up to your cheeks.
“Well, only if you want to,” Leon added, his gaze steady on you. “But if you do… we’re yours. And you’re ours.”
“Even if that means sharing you with this idiot over there,” Leon added with a laugh, glancing at Chris.
Chris rolled his eyes. “Coming from the guy with the terrible haircut,” he shot back, a cheeky grin tugging at his lips.
You laughed at their banters and shook your head a little.
“There’s one thing that’s important for me though. If we do this, then I want this to be exclusive. No other parties involved. Just us three,“ you said calmly and looked between both of them.
Chris let out a quiet breath that almost sounded like a laugh, shaking his head slightly as he looked at Leon first, then back at you.
“To be honest,” he said, voice low and even, “the fact that I already have to share you with him is about as far as my flexibility goes.”
Leon scoffed softly, clearly amused. “Wow. And here I thought we’d worked so hard on our emotional growth.”
Chris shot him a look. “Don’t push it.”
Leon’s smile lingered as he turned back to you, something warm and unguarded in his expression. “He’s not wrong, though,” he said easily. “It took me a minute to wrap my head around the idea that I don’t get you all to myself.”
Chris nodded once, not defensive, just honest. “But it’s worth it,” he added. “Because it’s you.”
Leon leaned a little closer, close enough that you could feel him there without it feeling crowded. “Still,” he continued, lighter now, “the idea of throwing someone else into the mix just sounds unnecessary.”
Chris huffed quietly. “Unnecessary is a nice way of putting it.”
Leon smiled. “I was being polite.”
Chris’s attention settled fully on you again, steady and certain. “So yeah,” he said. “It’s already enough that we’re sharing you between the two of us. We don’t want anyone else in the middle of that. And no other woman either, if that’s what you are worried about. Trust me. We only want you”
You nodded, content, with a bright smile and kissed each of them on the cheek, one after the other.
“Perfect,” you said with a happy smile. “Then I’m in.”
“Well,” Chris laughed as you clinked your glasses together, “to us. And to whatever the hell this is.”
A few days later, the charity event for Biohazard Relief was approaching. It was the kind of event where all sorts of organizations, representatives, investors, and plenty of other influential figures were invited. Normally, you didn’t like events like this. More often than not, they were just an excuse for powerful people to put themselves on display and celebrate one another.
But the thought that you would be, unofficially, Chris’s and Leon’s date sent a flutter of butterflies through your stomach.
Officially, you would arrive as colleagues. Colleagues who knew each other well. Very well, in fact.
You had chosen black dress. It flowed toward the hem, while the top was lightly adorned with lace, accentuating your curves in a way that was subtle but unmistakable. You wore your hair half up, loose waves framing your face.
As you stepped outside, Chris and Leon were already waiting, leaning against the car. Chris had his arms loosely crossed, while Leon was still typing something on his phone.
When they noticed you, they both fell quiet for a moment, clearly searching for the right words. They had seen you dressed up before, but never like this. Or maybe it was simply because whatever you shared now was different.
“Holy shit,” Chris muttered first.
Leon looked up then, swallowed briefly, and let his gaze roam over you.
“Correction,” he said. “Damn beautiful shit.”
You smiled, a little embarrassed.
“Thanks,” you replied, teasingly, a grin tugging at your lips. “You both look pretty good yourselves.”
Leon was wearing a dark blue suit that fit him far too well, the fabric doing absolutely nothing to hide how good it looked on him. The faint stubble along his jaw only made the sight better.
Chris’s suit was black, classic, tailored close to his body, probably more a consequence of his build than the cut, but he looked just as good. You had to remind yourself to think straight for a moment.
“You look breathtaking, baby,“ Leon whispered to you as he held the door open for you.
When you arrived, you were greeted by a sea of different faces. Many familiar, many unfamiliar, others only vaguely remembered from past encounters. Everything was polished and formal, every detail carefully curated. Servers moved through the room with practiced ease, offering glasses of champagne on silver trays.
You found yourselves pulled into conversation after conversation, greeting people, clinking glasses, laughing in all the right places. All in all, it was exactly what you had expected. Mostly boring.
What wasn’t boring, however, was how the two men seemed almost incapable of keeping their hands to themselves throughout the evening.
Leon brushed his fingers along your lower back more than once, leaning in to murmur something against your ear whenever no one was paying attention. Chris’s hand often rested on your thigh when you were seated at your table, especially when everyone around you was too busy talking to notice.
They teased you in the most beautiful and indecent way, and you enjoyed every second of it. And the later it got, the darker the lighting became and the bolder the two of them grew.
You were sitting at your table, listening to one of the speeches, when suddenly Chris’s hand began to wander higher and higher. Not enough to actually trigger something, but just enough to make you feel... desired.
You smiled politely, looking at the stage as if nothing was happening. Just as his hand slid higher, you stopped him by placing your hand firmly over his.
Then, all of a sudden, you felt another hand. resting on your other thigh, warm and slow, drawing soft, teasing circles over your skin.
You turned your head slightly and looked at Leon, who was already grinning, though not at you, but at Chris, right over your shoulder.
It was the kind of grin that said more than words, a silent exchange between them, as if they were laughing at their own unspoken agreement to torture you. In the best way possible.
“Stop it now,“ you muttered under your breath.
“You never said that to us before, sweetheart,“ Chris whispered in your ear.
Your last „encounter“ had been more than a month ago and you craved them so much again, but you knew they wanted you just as much. You tilted your head slightly, your lips curving into a slow, knowing smile, eyes still focused on the stage.
“Careful,” you whispered back, voice low and sweet. “If you keep teasing, I might just start returning the favor. And I don’t think either of you is ready for that in public. Men usually can’t really hide their excitement,“ you grinned a little.
“That’s probably true,” Leon said with a smile, raising his glass and taking a sip just as your hand slid toward him, high enough to make him nearly choke on his drink.
“See?” you whispered with a quiet laugh, your voice dipped in playful venom. “I can do it too.”
The room erupted in applause as the speech ended, but the three of you barely registered the noise. You were too far gone already, too caught in the heat thrumming between your bodies. Your fingers moved slowly, palming them through the fabric of their suit pants. Every motion was just slow enough to burn and just firm enough to make them twitch in their seats, breath catching and eyes darkening.
Leon shifted, pretending to smile at someone across the room while doing his best not to react. Chris didn’t even pretend. He turned his head just enough to stare at you, something feral flickering behind his eyes.
Before it could spiral any further, Chris reached down, caught your wrist, and stopped you. His grip was firm but barely controlled.
“Far end of the hallway. That side door by the back stairs. Ten minutes.”
Leon let out a soft huff of breath, almost a laugh, almost a curse, and nodded once.
“No later,” he said under his breath, not even looking at you. “I swear to God, no later.”
You didn’t answer. You just smiled and crossed your legs again.
The three of you stood up at different times, casually, as if it meant nothing. As if it wasn’t planned down to the second. As if you weren’t about to be fucked senseless by both of your so-called colleagues in a quiet, locked room down the hall.
Your pulse quickened with every step as you approached the secluded room.
You paused for the briefest second before finally stepping inside.
The room was dark, only the moonlight shimmering through the window. It looked like some kind of conference room or something similar.
Leon was already there, his jacket already off and his sleeves casually rolled up. He gave you a slightly mischievous smile as he leaned against the wall.
You were just about to ask where Chris was when you suddenly felt his familiar hands, warm on your waist.
“Took you long enough,” he whispered roughly, his lips brushing your neck before he pulled away just briefly to lock the door behind you.
“Someone can’t wait to see me, huh?” you breathed, your skin already tingling with that familiar shiver, the same one you'd felt back then.
“We don’t just want to see you,” Leon whispered suddenly, now standing right in front of you. “We want to hear you. Taste you. Feel you…”
And already, you weren’t sure which way was up anymore.
Leon pulled you closer and finally kissed you, his hands holding your face, while Chris pressed in behind you and kissed your neck. The room was filled with quiet sighs.
“I want you both… so damn much,” you breathed between the kisses.
Chris pulled you tighter against him, pressing you into his body so you could feel just how hard he already was. You let out a soft moan, right into Leon’s mouth.
Your hands wandered over Leon’s chest, sliding lower until you reached the bulge in his pants, already hard and straining. You began to massage him through the fabric, slow and deliberate, and his breath hitched instantly.
“And we want you just as bad,” Chris breathed into your ear, his voice low and rough. “Fuck, I can’t even think straight when you look like this.”
Chris pulled you tighter against him, your back flush to his chest as his arms locked around your waist. His grip was firm, one hand splayed low over your stomach while the other slid up to cup your breast through the lace.
“Chris,“ you whispered, eyes closed.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured against your neck, voice thick and rough, the words almost proud. “And we’ve barely started.”
You couldn't answer, because in front of you, Leon was already sinking to his knees.
He looked up at you as he ran his hands along your thighs, slow and steady, dragging your dress higher inch by inch. His eyes didn’t leave yours, not even when his fingers hooked into your panties and slid them down, letting them fall to the floor.
Chris’s hand moved lower to your thighs, spreading you slightly for him, holding you open while Leon pressed a kiss to your inner thigh. You gasped, head falling back against Chris’s shoulder, your body trembling between them.
Leon’s breath was warm. His mouth closer now. You could feel it, his tongue teasing, light at first, tracing slow circles over your clit before flattening against you.
You moaned loud and helplessly and Chris’s hand came up to cover your mouth just in time, his other arm holding you still while your legs nearly gave out.
“Stay still for him,” Chris whispered, lips brushing your ear.
Leon groaned against you, his grip tightening on your hips as his tongue worked deeper, rougher, relentless. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“You were right. She does taste amazing,“ Leon muttered before diving back into you again. His tongue lapping over you, occasionally sucking on your clit.
Chris kept you upright, pressed against his chest, one hand teasing your nipple through your bra, the other wrapped around your stomach as your body began to shake in his arms.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Don’t hold back,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple as Leon’s grip on your hips tightened, holding you firmly in place.
The pressure in your lower stomach coiled tighter and tighter, the edge so close it burned, your body chasing release with no way out.
“Please… Leon…” you gasped, voice cracking as the words tumbled out.
That was all it took. He groaned low, deep in his throat, and buried his face between your thighs with even more urgency, tongue working you mercilessly and then the knot snapped.
You came hard, trembling in Chris’s arms, your breath breaking into pieces as your body shuddered under the wave of pleasure that crashed through you.
You were still catching your breath when Chris pulled you gently around, toward him, his hands steady on your waist. He didn’t say anything at first, just looked at you, his gaze heavy and dark and unreadable, until he finally leaned in and kissed you.
His hands slid up your back, holding you close against his chest, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of what Leon had just done to you. His lips moved over yours like he’d waited hours, his tongue starting to explore yours. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing, pulling you flush against the hard length pressing against his pants.
“Look at you,” he murmured against your lips. “So beautiful“
You whimpered into his mouth, your fingers clutching his shirt, needing him closer, needing all of it again.
He kissed you harder this time, rougher, and when he pulled back, there was no hesitation in his eyes anymore.
“Any wishes, dear? Or do you want to be surprised,“ Chris smiled with a hint of mischief in his eyes.
Leon’s breath hitched behind you. You could feel his hands on your waist.
“Anything you want,“ he whispered in your ear.
You were already so drunk on them, you couldn’t even think straight.
“Just….take me. Both of you,“ you panted.
"Your wish is our command," Leon said with a soft smile.
Chris turned you gently, hands steady on your hips, and you caught sight of Leon leaning back against the table, his shirt already halfway open, chest rising just a little faster than his calm expression admitted.
“Bend over,” Chris murmured in your ear from behind, his voice low and rough.
You obeyed without hesitation, your body sinking forward, right in Leons direction. You felt Chris’s erection grinding against you, hard and heavy, the friction electric.
Leon smiled in front of you, slow and just a little dirty, his fingers reaching out to tuck a strand of hair gently behind your ear. His touch was soft, almost tender, in contrast to the raw heat between your legs.
“Hold on to me, baby,” he whispered, voice thick as he guided your hands to rest on his thighs.
And once they were there, he kept them there. his hands over yours, warm and steady. pinning you between them like you belonged exactly in that position.
“You are such a fucking sight right now. Bend over for him. For us,” Leon said, his voice rough, you felt the heat spike up again.
Behind you, Chris undid his belt, the metal clinking low and sharp before his pants dropped, forgotten, pooling at his feet. He ran one hand slowly over your ass, savoring the moment, and then he finally pressed forward into your pussy.
He pushed into you in one long, deep thrust and filled you so perfectly your breath caught in your throat before it broke free in a moan.
“Oh God, Chris,” you cried out, your voice loud and shaking, your fingers clawing at Leon’s thighs as you held yourself upright, barely.
Chris grunted behind you, both hands gripping your hips like he needed to anchor himself in your body.
“Fuck… you’re so tight… so wet… Jesus, I missed this,” he growled, his voice broken and full of need.
And then he started to move again and again, driving into you deeper each time, his rhythm building as your body opened for him, your moans growing louder with every thrust.
Chris fucked you harder now, his hips snapping against you, the sound of skin on skin filling the room, your moans growing louder with every thrust. He held your hips so tightly you knew you’d wear his fingerprints tomorrow—and you wanted that. You wanted all of it.
But it still wasn’t enough.
You looked up at Leon, breathless, your lips parted, your voice barely more than a gasp.
“I want you too,” you panted. “I want you in my mouth.”
Leon’s eyes darkened instantly, his jaw clenching. He slowly pulled down his pants, so damn careful and slow, as if he wasn’t ready to fuck your mouth right then and there. He didn’t speak, he just reached down, stroked himself slowly in front of your face, and watched as your eyes followed every movement.
Chris groaned behind you, clearly hearing every word, feeling the way your body clenched tighter around him at the thought of being filled from both ends.
Leon brought the head of his cock to your lips, brushing it gently across them, smearing precum across your mouth like a promise.
“You want to taste me while he’s fucking you?” he asked, voice low.
You nodded, already opening your mouth for him, moaning as Chris thrust deep again.
Leon slid into you slow, careful at first, letting you take him inch by inch until you were full front and back, body stretched and burning and alive with it.
You moaned around him, hands gripping his thighs, your head swimming from the pressure, from the fullness, from the heat of both of them using your body like they couldn’t get enough.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck—yes,” Leon gasped, holding your hair as you started to bob your head up and down his shaft. “You are fucking talented.”
“Oh, she damn is,” Chris panted behind you, his voice raw as his hand slid between your legs again, his fingers circling your clit, determined to bring you to your second orgasm. “Come for us. You are so close. I can feel it,” he said.
Your body started to shake, your walls clenching hard around Chris as the pleasure rushed over you, fast and uncontrollable.
“Oh yes, baby. God… yes,” Chris muttered, his pace quickening, fucking into you faster, harder, savoring every pulse, every contraction of your release.
Chris groaned deep behind you, his thrusts turning erratic as your body tightened around him, still pulsing from your release. He gripped your hips harder, holding you in place as he buried himself deep, hips snapping one last time before he finally came.
He growled as he spilled into you, thick and hot, his whole body trembling against your back. He didn’t stop moving, fucking you through every pulse of his orgasm, every throb, every twitch.
In front of you, Leon cursed under his breath, his hips jerking as you sucked him in deeper, your mouth still wrapped tightly around his cock, your eyes locked on his.
“Shit…..don’t stop,” he cursed, his hand tightening in your hair just as his release hit him.
He came with a choked groan, his cock twitching between your lips, his warmth flooding your mouth as he tried to hold himself together, barely staying upright as you swallowed around him, not wasting a drop. His one hand was wrapped in your hair, his other hand gripped on the edge of the table for support.
They were both breathless, completely breathless. Just like you. Both of them slowly pulled out of you, careful and steady, while you pushed yourself upright again on trembling legs.
Still catching their breath, they moved quickly to dress, slightly clumsy in their urgency.
Leon reached out, brushing your cheek gently with his fingers, his brows drawing together slightly.
“Was that okay? Too much?” he asked softly, searching your eyes for any sign of doubt or discomfort.
Behind you, Chris’s hands ran lightly over your shoulders. He adjusted your straps with care, his touch calming.
“It’s okay,” you said, a little breathless, your voice soft but sure. “Really. It was… a lot. But the right kind of a lot.”
Leon exhaled in relief, a quiet smile tugging at his lips as he leaned in to kiss your forehead.
“You were incredible,” he whispered against your skin.
Chris gave a quiet laugh, shaking his head in wonder as he looked at you.
“I thought I’d seen everything,” he murmured, clearly still coming down.
The two of them began rummaging through a drawer nearby, quickly finding some tissues and handing them to you, helping you clean up without hesitation. And just like that, they were soft again. Sweet again. Completely yours.
„Thank you,“ you said softly.
“I think… I need to sit for a second,” you said, half-laughing, and eased yourself down onto a chair.
Chris leaned back against the wall, still catching his breath, while Leon sat back on the table, eyes resting on you, a small smile playing on his lips.
“Take a minute,” he said softly, running his fingers through your hair in a gentle, absent-minded stroke.
It took a few minutes for all three of you to settle, your bodies still buzzing, but your breathing slowly returning to normal. The room fell quiet.
Eventually, Leon cleared his throat, shifting slightly as he looked between you and Chris.
“Chris and I… we had a bit of time to talk. Before you got here…” he began carefully.
You looked up at him, one brow raised.
“Yeah?” you asked, curious.
He glanced at Chris before continuing.
“We were thinking… maybe we could each get to spend a weekend or a few days with you. One-on-one. Just some time. Only if you’re into that too,” he said gently.
You turned to look at Chris, trying to read both their faces.
“You mean… like dates? Weekend trips?” you asked.
“Yeah,” Chris said, nodding. “No secrets. No jealousy. Just… a way for each of us to have you to ourselves, now and then. And no—before you say it—we don’t just mean the sex,” he added with a soft laugh.
You couldn’t help but smile.
“Leon’s been wanting to take you to a cabin in the mountains,” he went on. “And I thought maybe you and I could do a ski weekend. Just fly out somewhere. It’s been forever since I’ve gone skiing.”
“I can’t ski,” you laughed.
“I’ll teach you,” he grinned.
You looked between them, still smiling, still a little breathless.
“That sounds… kinda perfect, actually,” you said softly.
Leon grinned, his shoulders visibly relaxing as if he hadn’t realized he’d been holding tension until now.
Chris pushed off the wall and leaned down to press a quick kiss to your temple.
“We’ll figure it out,” he said. “Dates, weekends… whatever you want. We’re in.”
You looked up at them, both flushed, a little disheveled, still recovering. You took a breath and laughed quietly to yourself.
“What?” Leon asked, amused.
“I was just thinking,” you said, biting back another smile, “how the hell are we supposed to go back out there and pretend we were just networking?”
Chris laughed, low and warm, running a hand through his hair.
“Very professionally,” he smirked. Leon winked.
“Could get used to that“
And with that, the three of you slowly stood, helped each other pull everything back into place, straightened clothes, wiped smudged lipstick, fixed collars.
Could you do a Chris/leon/reader fic? Like either as a polycule relationship already or just as 3 friends deciding to all mess around together? Thank you I love you work 💚
A/N: Hey! Aww first of all thank you for the compliment! This took me a while, I know but (!) this actually turned out to be really long! I never ever in my life wrote something about a threesome, so this was not that easy for me but I have to say, I love how it turned out! It was important for me to keep it fun, respectful, hot, spicy...a mixture of everything. Please let me know what you think! I hope you all enjoy it and I will send you all some holy water lmao.
Warnings: SMUT! Threesome (MFM), Oral (both receiving), P in V, Cuss Words, Alcohol, explicit language, unprotected Sex, they both worship you so much!!....MDNI!!
Summary: You are a long-time work partner and good friend of Chris and Leon. There has always been some unresolved tension, so one night, after a round of Truth or Dare, you decide to act on your fantasies.
How can we go back to being friends? 🔥
(Chris Redfield x FemReader x Leon Kennedy)
Read Part 2 here
Chris and Leon had always been your favorite teammates. Missions with them were reliable, familiar, filled with inside jokes and an unshakable sense of trust when it really counted. You’d been working with them on and off for nearly ten years now. They’d saved your ass more than once but the same could be said for you.
Most importantly, they always treated you as an equal, with genuine respect.
Unlike some of your other male colleagues, who never missed a chance to remind you you were “just a woman.”
Fuck them.
No, Leon and Chris were different. And you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t some unspoken tension simmering between the three of you. The two men might’ve been complete opposites when it came to personality, but in your eyes, they were both insanely attractive. The constant flirting and teasing remarks sure didn’t help.
Still, none of you had ever crossed the line.
There was too much mutual respect and at least one of you had always been in a relationship, anyway.
Over time, you’d come to know them better than anyone else, and somewhere along the way, colleagues had turned into real friends. After missions, it had become something of a tradition to grab drinks together either at some random restaurant or your favorite bar.
But tonight, you’d decided to keep it simple and meet up at Chris’s apartment. The plan was low-key: throw on something comfortable, have a few drinks, chat about nothing in particular, and call it a night. A perfect evening.
You’d gone with a simple hoodie and comfy leggings, already dressed for a night of lounging on the couch.
“There she is,” Chris said with a warm smile as he opened the door.
You shared a quick hug before following him into the living room, where Leon was already stretched out on the couch, a drink in hand.
“Look who finally made it,” Leon said with a grin, raising his drink toward you in a casual toast.
“Missed me already, huh?” you shot back with a smirk, making him lift his hands slightly in mock surrender.
“Always.”
You noticed he was still wearing that dark blue button-up with fitted jeans, the same outfit he sometimes wore on missions.
“I thought this was supposed to be a chill and comfy night?” you teased, settling down next to him on the couch. Your legs brushed briefly against his.
“Yeah, well, I don’t think tight workout leggings look nearly as good on me as they do on you,” he said with a smirk, eyes flicking briefly down to your legs. Classic Leon and his never-ending supply of cheesy compliments.
You rolled your eyes with a laugh, ready to fire something back, but Chris walked back in just then and handed you a drink as well.
“Alright, first things first—cheers. To the mission. To us not dying,” Chris said with a grin, and the three of you clinked glasses.
You talked about the last mission, but also about random things like the new restaurant that just opened downtown or the latest addition to Leon’s team.
“Ah, tell us more, man” Chris teased, shooting Leon a sideways glance.
Leon just shook his head. “No. Not my type.”
You weren’t sure why, but his answer settled something in you. Warmth spread through your chest.
Or maybe you did know why.
Chris let out a short laugh. “Come on, Leon. She's hot, single, and breathing. That used to be enough for you.”
Leon shot him an annoyed look and tossed the cork at him, the one that had been sitting on the table just a second ago.
You couldn’t help but laugh, leaning back slightly into the cushions and looking back and forth between the two men.
“Coming from the guy who couldn’t keep it in his pants back in Portugal, just because the waitress batted her lashes at him,” you said, raising your eyebrows at Chris.
This time, it was Leon who laughed.
“She’s never letting you live that down,” he said dryly, taking another sip of his drink.
“Yeah yeah I know,” Chris sighed and settled on the armchair behind him. “Not my best day, I guess”
The drinks kept flowing, you shared a pizza, and as the night went on and the alcohol kept coming, the conversation grew more relaxed.
Chris was sitting in the armchair, legs spread in those gray sweatpants, and for a brief moment, you wondered if he was doing it on purpose.
He was definitely giving you one hell of a view.
Meanwhile, Leon kept inching closer with every story he told, until your legs were pressed together.
You could feel the warmth rising in your body.
“But enough about us,” Chris said, stuffing the last slice of pizza into his mouth. “What’s going on with you, huh? Whatever happened to that guy—what was his name? Damian? Dave? Daniel?”
Both men looked at you with interest, though Leon kept glancing into his drink, like it might help hide how curious he actually was. You let out a quiet sigh and stretched your legs a bit.
“His name was Dean. And... it just didn’t really work out.”
“Oh, come on," Leon said with a charming smile. “Give us a little more than that.”
You glanced at him briefly.
“It just… wasn’t a match,” you continued. You weren’t sure how much they really wanted to know or how much you were willing to share.
Chris smirked.
“Not a match in what? Values? Politics? Hobbies... or was it more of a bedroom thing?”
You bit your lip and looked between the two of them.
“A bit of everything.”
“So he sucked in bed and didn’t get you off,” Chris said bluntly, trading a look with Leon.
You couldn’t quite read what that look meant.
“That too,” you admitted, voice quieter now. “He was… kind of focused on himself. His needs.”
Chris scoffed. “There’s nothing worse than a guy who only thinks about himself in bed,” he said, a bit more seriously.
“Explains why you were so moody the other day,” Leon teased, shooting you a smug look.
“Hey I was not!” you said, clearly offended.
Both men burst out laughing. “Yes, you were!” they said in unison.
“Idiots,” you muttered, feigning offense.
"Oh, come on. At least now we know what to get you for your birthday," Chris grinned, glancing at Leon.
Great. You already knew where this was going.
“A vibrator. But, like, a really good one,” Chris laughed, giving Leon a high-five.
“Thanks but I already have one,” you said with a laugh, shaking your head.
The banter went on for a while, escalating slowly until it started to spiral completely out of control.
Leon and Chris kept exchanging loaded glances. You weren’t sure what they were thinking, but you could feel the energy shifting.
“Alright, this is getting boring. Let’s play something,” Chris said suddenly.
You and Leon looked at him, confused.
“Play what? Cards? A video game?” you asked.
“Nope. Good old truth or dare,” he announced with a grin.
“Dude, are you sixteen?” Leon asked sarcastically, sinking deeper into the couch.
Chris shrugged. “Got a better idea?”
Leon didn’t answer so that settled it.
You were about to play truth or dare like a bunch of hormonal teenagers.
What could possibly go wrong?
“So, Leon. You're up first. Truth or dare?” Chris asked, clearly curious.
“Truth,” Leon replied right away.
“Of course,” Chris smirked. “Alright, let's start easy. What’s the craziest place you've ever had sex?”
You watched Leon closely, saw how he furrowed his brow as he thought for a moment.
“Hm… probably on a plane. Flying to Europe. But honestly, it was only half as good as I imagined,” he laughed softly.
You had to smile.
“Didn’t have you pegged for that kind of guy,” you said with a grin.
“What? Adventurous?” he shot back, smirking.
You smiled, a little flustered, and now it was Leon’s turn. His eyes found yours.
“Truth,” you said just as directly.
Chris groaned. “You two are so boring,” he muttered.
Leon paused, then looked at you with a spark in his eyes.
“When… was the last time you used your vibrator?”
You felt both pairs of eyes on you watching, waiting.
Chris gave a low whistle, clearly impressed with Leon's boldness.
You felt yourself growing tense. The lines were beginning to blur and suddenly, it didn’t feel like you were talking to your colleagues anymore.
“Um… this morning,” you admitted, then quickly took a sip from your drink to ease the tension.
Leon smiled, clearly pleased with the answer. He looked like he wanted to follow up, to say more but didn’t.
Chris held his breath for a second. The heat between the three of you was rising now, undeniable.
“Alright... then I choose Chris. Truth or dare?” you asked, eyes locked on him.
Chris grinned confidently.
“Dare, obviously,” he said, rubbing his hands together.
You had to really think for a second.
The alcohol was making you way too bold and, to be honest, a little turned on.
“Okay, then… give me a neck massage,” you said with a half-laugh.
He stood up without hesitation, clearly amused with the task. Confident as ever, he walked over to you.
You turned slightly so your back was facing him, your pulse picking up as his large hands slid just beneath your hoodie and onto your bare skin.
“You wouldn't feel anything otherwise,” he whispered near your ear, his voice low and warm.
A wave of goosebumps spread across your skin as his hands started working on your neck and shoulders.
He found the tension instantly, applying just the right amount of pressure and rubbing your tense muscles in circles. You had to fight the urge to moan. Your eyes fluttered briefly shut.
Leon was still sitting next to you, quiet, his gaze fixed on the two of you. watching closely, though his eyes occasionally flicked down to his drink.
You looked over at Leon again. He was clearly waiting for his moment. Chris had now moved too, sitting down beside you so that the three of you were pressed close together on the couch, the tension between you impossible to ignore. At some point, the game had lost all structure. There were no turns anymore. No real rules. Whoever wanted to ask, asked.
Leon’s eyes found yours once more, and when he did, you chose without hesitation.
“Dare.”
The corner of his mouth twitched, just for a second, like he was trying not to smile.
“Sit on my lap,” he said suddenly. No teasing tone. No joke behind it. Just pure heat in his voice, calm and direct.
Chris didn’t say anything. But you could feel him watching.
And every inch of your body responded at once. Your breath caught, warmth spreading through your chest, down into your stomach. You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol, the look in Leon’s eyes, or the quiet way the room seemed to shift the moment he spoke.
You stood without a word, feeling both their gazes settle on you. When you stood in front of him, you paused for just a second, long enough to feel your heart racing, then lowered yourself slowly onto his lap.
He didn’t touch you, not right away. But his body was tense beneath yours, solid, radiating heat. The closeness made it impossible to think clearly.Leon was watching you closely. His hands hadn’t touched you. Not yet. But it was clear he was holding himself back.
Chris cleared his throat, his gaze shifting to yours.
“Dare,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, still sitting on Leon’s lap, with Chris right next to you.
Chris smiled, clearly pleased.
“Good. I like that. I….want you to take off your hoodie. For us.”
Leon shot him a quick glance, not surprised, just questioning, but you’d already made your decision.
You gave a small smile and slowly started pulling your hoodie over your head. The movement was unhurried, teasing, the air between you growing heavier with every second.
Underneath, you wore nothing but your bra, the one that hugged your breasts perfectly, lifting and shaping just the way you liked. You were glad you’d chosen it this morning.
Chris exhaled slowly.
Leon didn’t say a word but his eyes wandered over your curves, admiring them.
“Now that’s a fucking perfect pair of tits,” Chris muttered under his breath, eyes locked on your chest.
Leon didn’t hesitate to agree.
“More than perfect,” he said, voice low and rough.
For a moment, no one said anything. The silence only made the tension heavier. Your cheeks flushed slightly, not because you felt uncomfortable, but because you weren’t used to this kind of intense attention. Especially not from Chris and Leon.
Without even realizing it, you started moving your hips ever so slightly against Leon’s lap for some kind of friction. It was barely noticeable, but he felt it immediately. His hands gripped your waist as he looked up at you.
“You’re not making this easy,” he said, jaw clenched.
You could feel just how hard he already was beneath you.
And judging by the growing tent in Chris’s pants, he wasn’t exactly unaffected either.
“I… have a question for both of you,” you said eventually, looking from one to the other.
They both turned to you, eyes locked on yours, faint smirks playing on their lips.
“We’re all ears, sweetheart,” Chris said as he let his fingers trail lightly along your bare arm. He just needed to feel something of you. It was only fair since Leon had you already on his lap.You took a breath. The silence between you made the moment feel heavier.
“When you jerk off… have you ever thought about me?”
Their expressions changed, just subtly, but enough. Their eyes darkened, and the air thickened between the three of you like something unsaid had finally surfaced.
Chris was the first to speak. His voice had dropped, like he didn’t trust it to stay steady.
“Yeah,” he said quietly, eyes locked on yours. “I’ve thought about you. Imagining all the things....I'd like to do to you” There was no smirk. No laugh. Just raw honesty. You looked at Leon, and his grip on your hips tightened just slightly.
“Me too… maybe more times than I should admit,” he said, voice low. “Especially in my shower after I got back from a mission together.”
Your breath caught, heat blooming low in your stomach. You could already feel your panties growing damp from nothing more than their words and the way they looked at you.
Leon smiled, softer this time, and reached up to gently brush your cheek with his thumb. a small, tender gesture that somehow made your pulse race even more.
“Our turn,” he murmured, voice smooth but full of something deeper. He looked in your eyes. so intensely that you were fearing he might could read your dirty thoughts about them.
“Have you thought about us? Both of us? Or just….one of us? And what did we do…in your fantasy?,” he asked.
You bit your lip nervously, eyes flicking down for a moment before you looked back up.
“Yeah... I have,” you admitted, your voice low but clear. “About both of you.”
You let out a breathy, almost disbelieving laugh.
“In my head, you’ve had me... in pretty much every position possible.”
You couldn’t believe you were actually saying this out loud and confessing your sex fantasies right in front of them. But the moment the words left your mouth, something shifted. It was enough to break the tension completely.
There was no going back now. It didn’t take long for all three of you to silently agree: the game was over. No one could take pretending anymore.
“Do you…” Leon started, his voice unusually soft, even a little hesitant. “Do you want us to keep going?”
Chris gave you a look, serious and calm.
“We won’t do anything you’re not okay with. If you say no, we forget this ever happened. No pressure. No weirdness. No hard feelings.”
You tilted your head slightly, narrowing your eyes as you looked between them.
“That sounds like you've already talked about this,” you said slowly. “Like you had a plan.”
The two of them exchanged a quick grin, just a flicker, and then looked back at you.
“Well,” Chris said, his voice lighter now, but still charged. “We both kinda figured out that we’re into you. And yeah... at first it was gonna be this guy thing…see who could get your attention. Outplay the other.”
Leon chuckled lowly.
“But now you are sitting here, half-naked, telling us you touch yourself thinking about both of us. Kinda made the competition seem... unnecessary.”
Chris smirked.
“Maybe we could both make you happy. Especially since your ex clearly didn’t know what the fuck he was doing.”
Leon’s hand slid gently along your side slowly and carefully.
You let out a quiet laugh and looked down for a moment.
“And what if this… messes with our friendship? With how we work together?”
Chris smiled gently, his fingers tracing soft lines along your arm in a soothing gesture.
“We’re three grown adults. We deal with worse shit every day. I think we can handle… whatever this ends up being.”
You thought about it for a second. But it was hopeless trying to pretend.
You wanted them. You were already worked up to the point where something had to happen, some kind of release. And if they really wanted you too… why not let it happen?
Finally, you nodded.
“Yeah. I want this. I want both of you,” you said, voice quiet but sure. “I’ve just… never done anything like this before.”
Leon’s voice was low and reassuring.
“We won’t do anything you don’t want, baby.”
Before you could respond, he picked you up without warning. Your eyes widened.
“What are you doing?” you asked, surprised, as he carried you toward Chris’s bedroom.
Chris chuckled behind you, already following.
“We just want to make sure you're comfortable,” he said.
Leon laid you down gently on the bed, his touch careful, almost reverent.
Chris nodded in approval, his eyes roaming over you as you lay there, spread out across his mattress. The bed was massive, soft, luxurious. You sank into it like it was made to hold you.
Chris clapped a hand on Leon’s shoulder.
“You had her in your lap. My turn to do something.”
With a grin, he knelt between your legs, his fingers finding the waistband of your leggings. He looked up at you, checking if you were okay. When you gave him a small nod, he didn’t hesitate.
He slid them down in one smooth motion, then off completely, tossing them aside.
His hand slipped between your legs, pressing gently over your soaked panties. You parted your thighs a little more for him, eager, open, ready.
“She’s already so fucking wet for us,” Chris murmured, clearly pleased, and with one smooth motion, he slid your panties down and off.
Leon shifted beside you, kneeling near your head, his hand moving to your chest as he brushed his fingers softly over your breasts.
“I think we should lose this too,” he whispered near your ear, voice warm and teasing.
So much attention at once, it made your head spin. Your eyes fluttered shut, body burning under their hands. But somehow you managed a nod.
Leon unhooked your bra gently, pulling it away until you lay completely naked in front of them.
You should’ve felt exposed, vulnerable… but the way they looked at you made that impossible. They looked at you like you were everything they’d ever wanted. Like they couldn’t believe you were really there, laid out just for them.
Leon cupped your breasts, kneading them slowly, his thumbs brushing over your hard nipples. Then he leaned in, finally capturing your mouth with his.
The kiss was deep and hungry, filled with everything he hadn’t said. His hands never stopped moving, massaging you, playing with you while his tongue teased yours.
A soft moan escaped into his mouth, your body arching slightly toward his touch, already needing more. While Leon’s mouth kept yours busy, his hands working your breasts in slow, steady circles, Chris moved lower, his focus entirely between your legs.
You felt his fingers trail softly along your inner thighs, barely touching, just enough to make you squirm. His breath ghosted over your skin, and then finally, he let his fingers slide through your slick folds.
“You’re soaked,” he murmured, more to himself than to you.
Your hips jerked slightly at the contact, and Leon took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, swallowing your gasp as Chris’s fingers began circling your clit. First slow and soft.
“She’s so sensitive already,” Chris said, glancing up at Leon, who gave a quiet, knowing hum without breaking the kiss.
Then Chris leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe up your center, and your entire body tensed in response. His tongue was firm, practiced, unhurried. He took his time, licking, sucking, tasting every inch of you like it was all he wanted.
Your moan broke free into Leon’s mouth, and this time, you couldn’t keep still. Your hands gripped the sheets, your thighs trembled, and Chris groaned softly at the way your body reacted.
“Tastes even better than I imagined,” he muttered, lips brushing your inner thigh before he went back in.
Leon finally pulled back, breathing heavier, looking down at your flushed face and parted lips.
“You doing okay, baby?” he asked, thumb brushing over your cheek, though his hand never stopped teasing your nipple.
You nodded quickly, voice barely above a whisper.
“Please don’t stop…”
Leon smirked.
“We’re just getting started.”
You let out a soft smile and dropped your head back onto the pillow as Chris kept going, his mouth relentless between your thighs. The way he licked you—so focused, so intense—had you spiraling quickly, the heat building deep in your core.
“Are you close?” Leon whispered in your ear, and all you could do was nod.
Your whole body trembled under their touch. Your hands buried themselves in Chris's hair, gripping tightly as your hips started moving on their own, grinding slowly against his mouth, chasing that sweet edge.
“Oh God… yes… please…” you moaned, barely able to breathe.
Chris groaned in response, the vibration only sending you higher, and Leon didn’t stop either, his fingers found just the right spots, his lips brushing your neck, your jaw.
“Come for us,” he whispered, voice rough, hot against your skin. "Come on his tongue."
That was it.
Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, hard and consuming, your thighs shaking, your fingers pulling at Chris’s hair as your back arched off the bed.
It had been so long since someone had made you feel this wanted, this cared for, this fucking wrecked, in the best way possible.
Chris let out a low sound of approval, gripping your legs tighter as he kept licking you through every last spasm. He didn’t stop until your body finally sagged into the bed, boneless, breathless, completely spent.
You were still catching your breath, your body slowly coming down, when you opened your eyes again and looked at them.
Chris wiped his mouth, glancing up at you with a smug but satisfied smile. Like he just finished dessert. Leon’s hand was still on your stomach, steady and warm, grounding you.
But now it was your turn.
You reached out, fingers brushing along Leon’s abs, then down to the waistband of his jeans.
“Enough teasing,” you said, your voice still a little shaky but laced with intent.
“Take these off. Both of you. I want to see you.”
Chris raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Getting demanding, huh?”
You smirked, eyes flicking between them. “You’ve had your mouths and hands all over me. It’s only fair.”
Leon let out a low breath, already moving.
“Fair enough”
He stood up, pulling off his shirt first, then unbuttoning his jeans with slow, practiced movements. You watched every second of it, his toned body, the tension in his arms, the way his cock strained visibly against the fabric before he finally freed himself. Your mouth went dry.
Chris followed, peeling his shirt off before tugging down his joggers. He was already half-hard, thick and heavy, and the sight of both of them standing there, naked, hard, and staring right back at you, made the heat between your legs spark right back to life.
You bit your lip, taking them in.
“You two are…”
“Yours,” Leon finished, stepping closer again.
Chris nodded behind him.
You sank down to your knees in front of them, and the second you did, both men let out the same breathless, “Fuck,” voices deep and strained with need.
Without hesitation, you leaned into Leon first, your hand wrapping around his thick shaft as your lips parted, taking him into your mouth slowly, savoring the weight and heat of him. Your other hand found Chris, stroking him firmly, feeling him twitch under your touch.
“Shit… you’re so fucking good at this. Yes…” Leon groaned, his hand sliding to the back of your head, holding you there gently, his chest rising and falling in sharp, unsteady breaths.
Chris looked down at you, eyes dark, biting his lower lip as your hand worked him steadily.
“This is so fucking hot…” he whispered, almost to himself, closing his eyes for a second before watching again, completely hooked.
You pulled off Leon slowly, your tongue trailing over the tip as you turned to Chris, giving him the same attention, your mouth wrapping around him with a deep hum that made him curse low and hard.
Leon let out a sharp breath and shook his head slightly, his voice full of disbelief.
“What kind of idiot lets this go?”
Chris chuckled darkly, brushing a strand of hair from your face as you moved on him.
“That guy must’ve been out of his fucking mind.”
Chris groaned as your tongue swirled around him.
“We’re going to show you how a real man takes you”
You looked up between them, their cocks hard, their eyes wild, and the taste of them still on your tongue. The power, the attention, the heat…it was almost too much.
And yet, you wanted more.
At some point, you found yourself back on the bed, your skin flushed and your body already aching for more. Leon was between your legs again, kneeling, stroking himself a few more times as he lined himself up, the head of his cock brushing against your soaked entrance.
He looked up at you one last time, his voice low but serious.
“Still sure?”
You didn’t hesitate.
“Yes, Leon… please, yes.”
That was all he needed. With one steady push, he slid into you, slow, deep, filling you completely. Your back arched off the bed as a moan tore from your throat, your hands gripping the sheets, your whole body wrapping around his.
Leon sank deeper into you, inch by inch, stretching you in the most perfect, maddening way. His breath caught as he bottomed out, buried fully inside you, staying still for a moment to let you both feel every inch of the connection.
“Jesus…” he groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder. “You feel….unreal”
You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, needing him even closer, needing to move.
“Fuck me, Leon… don’t hold back.”
That lit a fire in him. He pulled back and thrust into you again, hard enough to push you up the bed. The rhythm started slow but deep, every movement sending heat ripping through your core. His body was heavy, grounding you, his hands gripping your hips with purpose.
Chris was still nearby, watching with dark, hungry eyes as Leon began to move faster, sharper. He knelt beside you, brushing his hand gently along your breast before leaning in to kiss your neck.
“She’s so fucking gorgeous like this,” he muttered against your skin. “Taking you so well.”
Leon grunted in response, slamming into you a little harder.
“She’s perfect. So damn perfect.”
You couldn’t keep quiet anymore, every thrust, every word, every touch set you on fire. Your moans mixed with the sound of skin against skin, with the breathless curses and praise from both men.
Chris kissed your lips this time, slow and possessive.
“You want us both, baby?” he whispered.
You nodded, already on the edge again.
“Then let him fill you up…” he murmured, fingers sliding down between your legs. “And after that… it’s my turn.”
You felt Leon start to tense, his grip on your hips tightening, his rhythm faltering just slightly as his breathing grew ragged, heavier, hotter against your skin. His entire body was coiled with pressure, each thrust deeper, more desperate.
You buried your face in the crook of his neck, clinging to him, pressing your chest to his, needing to feel him as close as possible. His scent, his heat, the way his muscles flexed around you, it was overwhelming in the best way.
“Fuck… I’m.....close,” he groaned into your ear, voice raw, almost broken.
Your body started to tighten again, involuntarily, a second orgasm building so fast it stole your breath. You clenched around him, and he let out a low, guttural sound, thrusting harder as he lost the last of his control.
“You feel so good… so fucking good,” he gasped, burying himself deep one last time as your walls fluttered around him. You came together, your body shuddering beneath his, his hips stuttering as he came inside you with a growl.
Leon collapsed against you for a moment, still buried inside, both of you breathless and shaking. His chest pressed against yours, his arms holding you close as if he couldn’t let go just yet.
But slowly, he eased out of you with a quiet groan, placing a soft kiss against your shoulder before he slid to the side, giving space—making space—for Chris.
Chris knelt behind you, his grip on your hips firm as he pulled you up onto all fours. You were still trembling, overstimulated from Leon but the moment Chris rubbed his cock through your folds, that heat flared up all over again.
“Still so wet…” he muttered, almost to himself. “I can't wait babe....”
And then he pushed in. You gasped as he filled you in one long, hard stroke, deeper than you were ready for, but exactly what you needed. He didn’t give you time to catch your breath. His pace was rough, relentless, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoing through the room. He was rougher than Leon, hungrier but you loved every second of it.
“Jesus, Chris—” you whimpered, fingers twisting in the sheets.
“You take it so fucking well,” he growled behind you. “You are so tight, god….so so tight“
And then he changed his angle, hitting something deep inside you that made you cry out. Your arms buckled, face pressed to the mattress as the third orgasm tore through you, loud, raw, shaking.
Chris groaned at the way you clenched around him.
“Fuck… you want me to come in you too, huh?”
You gasped, arching back against him.
“Yes….yes, fill me. Please.”
That was it. His thrusts turned messy, desperate, his fingers digging into your waist as he buried himself to the hilt one last time.
“Fuck, fuck....take it...” he growled through gritted teeth, and then you felt him come, pulsing inside you. His hands were still gripping you, holding you in place.
He stayed there for a moment, breathing heavy, forehead resting between your shoulder blades. Then he slowly pulled out, watching as his cum spilled from you, his hand stroking gently down your spine.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured.
Leon lay next to you again, kissing your temple, brushing sweat-damp hair from your face.
“Hell yeah”
For a moment, you couldn’t even speak, you just lay there, trying to remember how to breathe. Your mind was spinning, your body completely overwhelmed, needing time to catch up with everything you’d just felt.
Both men stayed close. Leon gently stroked your cheek while Chris ran a soothing hand down your back. Their touch was tender now with no urgency, no pressure. Just care.
You could only nod, still too dazed to form words, as they quietly brought you a glass of water and stayed by your side, watching you with a mix of concern and awe.
You drank greedily, your throat dry, and felt your body slowly settle again. When Chris offered you his shower, you accepted gratefully, needing to feel clean again. You took your time, letting the warm water wash over your skin, breathing deeply as your muscles began to relax again.
Afterward, you pulled on some soft clothes and padded back into the bedroom, feeling warm, exhausted, and satisfied. You climbed back into bed, slipping beneath the covers, letting your body sink into the mattress. Chris and Leon joined you soon after, both freshly showered, both quieter now. The energy had shifted into something more calm.
“That was… some damn good teamwork,” Chris said with a satisfied grin, folding his arms behind his head as he looked over at you.
You let out a tired laugh, cuddling up next to Leon, who slipped an arm around you instinctively.
“Yeah… really good,” you murmured, eyes already growing heavy.
“Don’t forget completely insane,” Leon added dryly, his hand lazily trailing up and down your back.You smiled into his chest.
Leon raised an eyebrow.
“So… is this gonna be a regular thing, or was that a one-time… team meeting?”
Chris grinned, still half-asleep.
“Depends how often we’re….needing these briefings.”
You just shook your head, biting your lip to hide the smile.
You had no idea what this was now but for the first time in a long time, it didn’t feel complicated. It felt right. So damn right.
thinking about the batboys (including bruce bc that’s dada) brat taming you <3
cw : fem!bratty!reader, aged up characters, rough p in v sex (lots of it…. lots), fucking in the batsuit, everyone here is a mean dom, pet names, spanking, overstimulation, oral (f AND m receiving), fingering, blink & you’ll miss it bdsm, multiple creampies, i gave up halfway through, duke is a softie for his girl <3, not proof read!!!, i wrote this in one sitting, im not creative & these got repetitive im sorry
; bruce wayne
you’re rolling your eyes at him for the umpteenth time, so hard they might get stuck that way.
“go ahead! share your completely incorrect and twisted version of events!” your hand flies up, holding it in his face. “mhm!”
which is brave. very brave of you. because no one talks to batman that way.
his jaw tightens, white lenses of the cowl fixing on you. it’s both intimidating and the exact reaction you wanted… and it gets you wet knowing you riled him up successfully.
“careful,” he growls lowly, that wide bubble of patience he usually has shrinking fast.
but you keep going, droning on and on about how you’re in the right. that this couldn’t be your fault. you’re batting your lashes at him, offering up a slimy, fake-ass smile.
before you know it you’re pinned against the batcomputer console, huge arms caging you in, cape large enough to drape around the both of you.
“you think you can talk to me like that, little girl?”
you don’t get the chance to snap a reply. a gloved hand rips your shorts and panties to the side, the last bit of patience he had draining, leaving you on display exactly like you deserved to be.
normally bruce is so meticulous in how he preps you for his cock, but not this time. her sinks in in one brutal thrust.
“you’re such a— nghh,” the insult dies as he hits that spongy spot inside you just right, your brattiness turning to nothing but broken moans in real time.
you won’t be cumming until you’ve apologized. batman does not tolerate brats; he breaks them.
; dick grayson
dick laughs in your face the second you start giving him attitude.
“aw, feeling a little bratty tonight, huh?” he’s patronizing you and he knows it gets you wet.
you roll your eyes and scoff, holding up a your palm in a talk to the hand gesture.
dick catches your hand mid-air and spins you until you’re pinned against the wall of your apartment. you should’ve known better, known you didn’t have a chance against him, but you often pushed your limits.
no space is left between you now and dick takes that as his opportunity to grind his hard cock against your ass, lips brushing against your neck.
“keep talking shit. see what happens.”
and you do. running your mouth, wrinkling your nose, the whole nine yards.
bad idea.
he smacks your ass so hard it stings before throwing you over his shoulder.
“you’re so hot when you’re mad,” you’re set on the bed, bouncing a little on the mattress, and then you’re met with dick’s stupidly handsome smirk. “but we’ll need to fix that attitude.”
you end up tied down at the wrists before he spends a ridiculously long time eating you out, stopping right before you cum every time.
“hm? what’s that?” he languidly licks at your oversensitive clit. “you wanna cum?”
you’re whining is met with no remorse, just an infuriating little grin from between your legs.
“thought you were too busy being a brat.”
unlike bruce, dick will fuck you as a reward for your apology. he’ll bend you in every position until you’re begging for him to stop.
; jason todd
this is basically foreplay. arguments are usually a result of your brattiness and his temper and it usually ends in hate sex.
he’s significantly less patient than his adoptive brother and father, so arguments don’t last too long. you’re rolling your eyes, insulting him, even getting in his face until your nose to nose.
that’s when he snaps.
“alright, that’s fucking it,” he grabs you by the throat, cock twitching hard at the little sound you make when he squeezes your sensitive flesh.
doesn’t matter if you’re in the safe house, in an alley against his bike, he’s taking you however he wants to.
you’re pushed to your knees and within seconds his cock is shoved down your throat, a guttural groan leaving him.
“that’s what you fucking get for being such a damn brat,” he bites, but it’s breathless, your fluttering throat enough to make his knees buckle.
your watery eyes and constricting throat around his cock almost makes him cum, but he pulls out before you can get that satisfaction.
you’re then bent over the couch or his bike and he’s yanking your panties down so hard the seams rip.
he lines up and shoves inside you roughly, squeezing your hips hard enough to leave bruises.
“bratty little shit… you love pissing me off so i’ll fuck the attitude out of you, don’t you?” he pounds into you hard, giving your ass a firm smack.
won’t give up until you’ve apologized multiple times. he’ll go multiple rounds until you’re exhausted.
; tim drake
similarly to bruce, he has lots of patience. you start with your endless attitude and he simply watches you like he’s calculating your every move.
when you least expect it, he bends you over the back of his desk chair and snakes his fingers into your pants, thumbing your clit just enough to relieve the tension but not enough to make you cum.
“look at you being such a brat. think you can get away with that?” he coos in your ear, fingers teasing your entrance. you buck up into his hand and to your short-lived surprise, he sinks his long fingers into you.
you end up cumming embarrassingly fast. again. and again. and again.
tim edges you for so long, not budging once. you’d never know his arm is tired.
and then finally, he sinks his cock into you.
“say it again,” he huffs against your ear, rocking his hips up into you. “call me an asshole. say it while i’m filling you up.”
he’ll have you cumming on his cock in minutes.
; aged up! damian wayne
damian’s the most insulted, and turned on, standing there with his arms crossed, baffled you’d speak to him that way.
“tt. how dare you speak to me in such a manner.” he mutters lowly. dangerously.
your condescending tone would make his eye twitch instantly, but his pants unreasonably tight.
when you least expect it, he grips your chin, angling your eyes to meet his intense green ones.
“you will learn respect, beloved,”
you’re suddenly quiet as he lifts you with sword-calloused hands like you weigh nothing, pressing you against the wall.
you’re already so wet just from giving him attitude he doesn’t even bother prepping you. just slides right in, easily.
he spends an obscene amount of time fucking you against the wall, marking up your neck so everyone knows exactly who you belong to when he’s finished with you.
but he doesn’t finish there. he can’t just let you off after that little stunt you pulled. so he pulls you into his lap, making you ride him while he sits like a king.
“apologize, or i stop.” his naturally commanding tone keeps you babbling apologies pathetically until he’s satisfied.
you’ll end up walking funny for days afterward.
; duke thomas
duke is easily the nicest of the batboys and, therefore, the most stunned when you pull out your attitude, eyebrows nearly at his hairline.
he’s the most rational, trying to calmly explain his side of the story while you’re rolling your eyes again.
when he realizes he’s not getting through to you, his expression dims a fraction, turning into something darker. a little unfamiliar, but a welcome change on his pretty face.
“oh… you really wanna play like that right now?” his voice drops and your stomach dips, sure that your panties are soaked but now.
before you can sass him back, duke scoops you up in his hold, dropping you onto his full-size bed. he presses up against your backside, hand grasping your chin.
“keep running that pretty mouth and i’ll give you something better to do with it.”
you roll your eyes again, but duke chuckles lowly. “bratty tonight, huh? alright then.”
you don’t get a second to protest or talk shit before your panties are yanked to the side, two fingers slipping right into your soaked entrance, curling his digits just right.
“that’s it… take it. all that attitude and you’re still clenching around me like you need this.”
he fingers you until you’re whining and fluttering around his fingers, nearly cumming right when he pulls out.
before you can bitch about how empty you feel without his fingers inside you, it’s quickly replaced by his cock, cutting you off effectively.
duke fucks hard when he’s riled up.
“apologize nicely and maybe i’ll let you finish.”
unlike his adoptive family, he’s much nicer. and also a softie for you, so the moment you whimper a soft sorry, he sinks all the way to the hilt and cums inside you.
a/n : might make a pt 2 with the batgirls if yall are into that ….. lmk
Thinking about the times i shaved my head scalp bald and he would come home from work and just see my bald headed ass and would not give an actual fuck 😭.It freaks him out that i have hair now,oh how i miss being bald.It was so freeing.
Bruce Wayne
•Bruce always walks on the side closest to the road without thinking about it. If you try to swap sides, he’ll quietly switch back a few moments later.
•He opens car doors and building doors as a habit, never making a performance out of it—he’s already holding the door before you reach it.
•If your handbag starts looking heavy, he’ll simply hold out his hand. “May I?” If you hand it over, he carries it without the slightest hint of embarrassment.
•He pulls your chair out at restaurants and waits until you’re seated before taking his own.
•If you’re wearing heels, he naturally slows his pace to match yours instead of expecting you to keep up.
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Dick Grayson
•Dick steals your purse halfway through shopping because, “You’re carrying like six things already.”
•When you point out he’s walking around with a little floral handbag over his shoulder, he just shrugs. “It’s got pockets. I see the appeal.”
•He’s constantly opening doors for you, but usually with an exaggerated little bow that makes you laugh.
•If the pavement is crowded, he’ll lightly guide you through with a hand at your back so you don’t get separated.
•Anytime you stand up from the table, he’s already pushing your chair back in without even realizing he’s doing it.
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Jason Todd
•Jason pretends carrying your purse is deeply inconvenient while already slinging it over his shoulder.
“This thing weighs about twenty kilos.”
“You volunteered.”
“…I know.”
•He automatically offers you his jacket if it gets cold, even if he’s the one who’ll end up freezing.
•If you’re walking together at night, he’ll subtly position himself between you and anyone acting suspicious,not because he thinks you’re incapable, but because it’s instinct.
•He always opens stubborn or heavy doors first, muttering, “Go on,” before following behind you.
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Tim Drake
•Tim doesn’t think much about traditional manners, but he’s incredibly observant.
•Before you can even ask, he’s already holding the café door because he noticed your hands were full.
•If your phone, purse, and shopping bags are all competing for space, he’ll quietly take whatever you’re struggling with.
•When crossing busy streets, he’ll naturally guide you toward the inside of the pavement without consciously realizing he’s doing it.
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Damian Wayne
•Damian insists on opening doors, not because he believes you can’t, but because it’s a courtesy he was taught to extend to someone he loves.
•If you hand him your purse, he accepts it without hesitation, carrying it as confidently as if it were his own.
•He offers you his arm whenever you’re navigating uneven ground or stairs, never making it seem like you’re dependent on him—only that he’d like to be there.
•If you’re wearing an uncomfortable pair of shoes, he’ll quietly suggest slowing down or taking a different route rather than pretending not to notice.
•At the end of every date, he waits until you’re safely inside before leaving, considering it simply the proper way to see you home.
You know its hot when you have sweat under your boobs😭😭😭.The only perk of summer is seeing my husband in all his sweaty glory.Holyy🤤🤤🤤, to die via suffocating in his armpits is my ideal way to die
Bruce Wayne
•Bruce arrives exactly when he said he would, texting only: “Outside.”
•Your friends immediately start peeking through the restaurant window.
“Your husband’s here.”
•You walk out laughing, slightly tipsy, and Bruce opens the car door before you even reach it.
“Have fun?”
•You nod enthusiastically. “I have so much gossip.”
•He smiles faintly. “I suspected as much.”
•The entire drive home is Bruce listening while you recount four hours of stories in completely random order.
•By the time you finish, he somehow knows everyone’s relationship updates despite never asking.
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Dick Grayson
•Dick walks into the bar because he knows you’ll take forever to say goodbye.
“Ready to go?”
“Just five minutes!”
•Twenty minutes later you’re still hugging everyone.
•Your friends are already teasing him.
“She’s your problem now.”
•Dick just laughs. “Always has been.”
•On the walk back to the car you’re happily chatting away, arm linked through his, while he carries your handbag because you handed it to him without thinking.
• Halfway home you yawn.
“Good night?”
“Best night.”
•He smiles.
“Good. Tell me everything.”
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Jason Todd
• Jason waits outside on his motorcycle because he knows better than to interrupt girls’ night.
•The second you spot him, your face lights up.
“Hi!”
•Your friends immediately start making exaggerated kissing noises.
•Jason rolls his eyes.
“…They’re all children.”
•You laugh and hug him anyway.
•Before handing you a helmet, he quietly asks,
“You eat enough?”
“Jason.”
“That’s not an answer.”
• You grin.
“…Yes.”
“Good.”
•Then the two of you ride home while you excitedly tell him everything through the helmet intercom.
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Tim Drake
•Tim gets there ten minutes early because he assumes finding parking will be impossible.
•He sends a text.
•No rush. I’m here.
•You come outside with your friends, who immediately start saying hello to him because they’ve met him enough times now.
•One of them points at him.
“Ten out of ten pickup service.”
•Tim looks mildly embarrassed.
“I was already nearby.”
•You grin because you know that’s a lie.
•On the drive home you steal his fries.
•He doesn’t even comment.
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Damian Wayne
•Damian arrives precisely on time and waits outside rather than coming in unless you ask him to.
•The moment you step out, he notices you’re smiling more than usual.
“Enjoyable evening?”
“Very.”
•He opens the passenger door for you before walking around to the driver’s side.
•As you drive home, you enthusiastically recount everyone’s stories, occasionally stopping to ask,
“Are you even listening?”
•Damian glances at you briefly.
“You have repeated your friend’s engagement story three times.”
•You gasp.
“So you are listening.”
“…I have been since the first sentence.”
•You laugh the rest of the way home, and though Damian would never admit it, hearing you so happy makes the late-night pickup more than worth it.
contents :: smau. established relationship. fluff. gender neutral reader. part 1 because tumblr is mean and only lets me upload 30 images, so i couldn't fit them all in one part. you can read part 2 with jason & tim here.
lambie's notes :: istg i do write actual fics, these are just so much fun. this one is inspired by my new kitty ... who's name is timbit.
contents :: smau. established relationship. fluff. gender neutral reader. part 2 because tumblr is mean and only lets me upload 30 images, so i couldn't fit them all in one part. you can read part 1 with bruce & dick here.
lambie's notes :: istg i do write actual fics, these are just so much fun. this one is inspired by my new kitty ... who's name is timbit.
Hiiii! Could I please request a smau with the bats for if reader is the type to practically narrate their life over text? Like, incessant texting almost daily to update their lover on their life/complain/ramble
a day in the life
IN WHICH... you love to give your boyfriend a play-by-play of your day!
warnings: fluff, f!reader, established relationship, pet names, reader is mentioned to be 25 but it'll make sense in context—this detail is not crucial to the reading/understanding of the SMAU! that's all i can think of
a/n: hi anon! since each boy's SMAU is like 20 pics and i can only put 30 per post, i'm doing each boy in a separate post! i'll link them all here once each bat has their SMAU posted :)))
Now imagine that but it’s something they’ve been putting off for long enough that you say ‘Fuck it’ and do it yourself, only to get hurt, but also they told you not to do it so you gotta try(emphasis on try) to hide your injury from them 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾
ACCIDENTS HAPPEN | ft. bruce wayne, dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake
contents :: smau. established relationship. fluff. gender neutral reader. some suggestive content in jason & tim's. tim is a perv and a little freak but he's cute and loveable so it's okay ^u^ ... sort of a part two for this post
lambie's notes :: this was so much fun !! and my first request everrrr ! i hope i did it justice, i soooorta went off a bit, especially in tim's ^^7
Tabloids: you see a tabloid of them kissing someone else.
Dc smau, no warnings that I can think of. I plan to do the rest of the batboys, but should I do a part 2 for Bruce and Dick? They kinda left on cliffhangers.
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