sum; leon and his wife, who he just missed so goddamn much and couldn't properly love because of the T-Virus, so now it's his job to remind her what she does to him
content; unprotected sex, multiple rounds, creampie, kinda gross cum stuff, cum eating, spit & cum swapping like w a kiss???, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, squirting,
wc; 1.2k
a/n; oh how I yearn for re9!leon 😩 he's so sexy. this was honestly just a reason to get nasty and push myself to be more comfortable with being actually a little gross in my writing... pls tell me if this is too much. im afraid guys 😓
You forgot how you had gotten here—all bent in half and sobbing for him to slow down as he shoved your face into the pillows. One second, he was pulling you close and telling you about Elpis and how he's okay and how badly he missed you, the next he's got you completely lost with pleasure, his cum pumping into you for the second time tonight as your cunt practically choked his cock, having reached your third orgasm of the night.
He pulled out, only to roll you onto your back and push your legs up. You didn't even get a warning as his cock slipped back into you, resuming the brutal, rhythmic thrusts that were made easier by the nasty amount of cum and slick that were seeping out of your walls.
"Fuuck," he hissed, head falling back slightly. "Bet this pussy missed me, too, huh? Gonna make up for all the nights I missed. All the nights I left you frustrated 'cause I couldn't touch you right.. 'm gonna make up for it all night, baby. Promise." He panted, one hand coming down to your clit to lightly smack at the throbbing bud. Your thighs tried to squeeze shut, but he kept them open with one hand and his body in the way.
"Lee!" You cried, body twitching and shaking almost violently.
"Come on, don't tell me you can't take it. You've been perfectly healthy this whole time. You can't take cock like you used to?" He taunted, watching the embarrassment bloom on your cheeks.
"N-no, 's not that—fuck!—I just—" You gasped, back arching as his fingers began to strum steadily, harshly against your clit.
"You what? Poor baby can't even speak. Pussy's too busy swallowing my fuckin' cock. You gonna cry for my cock? Gonna cry while you cum?" He purred, his words harsh but sugar coated in his tone. You looked up at him, a whimper squeaking out before your head threw back again, eyes rolling back and crossing like some dirty porno from Leon's dreams when he was a rookie. He growled, hissing slightly with restraint.
"Ho—ooh, oh, shit!" You squealed, hands pawing and pushing and scratching at his chest and shoulders as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly.
"Do it. Let me know I'm doing good. Didn't lose my spark, did I? I still know how to make my wife dumb for my dick, yeah?" Despite the dirty words, you detected a subtle and actual need for the reassurance. Given how long it'd been since you two were able to have normal penetrative sex, he had to make sure he still had his 'special touch' as he called it.
"Fuck! Fuck, 'm cumming!" You sobbed, body practically shrinking into the bed below as your entire body quivered and let loose, warmth gushing around his cock. He could feel your hole fluttering and pulsing, and his orgasm followed quickly. For the third time, a heavy load of cum spilled into you, his fat, hard tip kissing your cervix and pumping right against the limit. He panted. Finally, he showed some kind of shaking. His arms shook as he held himself above you, his breath hitching and faltering momentarily.
"'M sorry," he huffed, pulling back again, only to push his cock in once more. You whimpered, reaching desperately to grab at his wrist as he tapped and pinched lightly at your clit, eliciting a sound that approached a scream due to pure overstimulation.
"Leee," you sobbed, eyes rolling back. He halted for a moment, only to lift your legs over his shoulders. Your ankles linked together behind his head, and you yelped as his hands smacked against your thighs to hold you in place as he pumped his cock back and forth, heavy and mean with fat balls slapping against your ass.
"One more." He panted. "Fuck, just one more. One more, and I'll be all done. Just gotta make sure I make up for my fuck-ups." His fingertips dug into your thighs as he looked down at you, taking in the dazed, dumb, desperate look on your face. You were approaching your fifth orgasm—nearly four on his cock, the first one having been on his thick fingers. Despite the overwhelming sensations, pussy beyond raw, clit throbbing and twitching with every thrust, head lulled off to the side as you struggled to keep your eyes open even as his cock punched moans and mewls from your throat, your body jolting and jiggling with the thrusts.
With how overstimulated you were, how sensitive your body was, and the lack of breaks, it didn't take long to be on the brink of your orgasm again. A small, worried sob trickled from your throat, and Leon brought one hand to make you look at him.
"Lee, 's weird," you whined. "I-it feels funny again." You warned. Leon knew what that meant, and although he knew it embarrassed you, he had to push for it. He had to get you there. He had to finally earn his reward—with rapid strums of your clit, mean thrusts of his cock hitting your cervix, and mixing with the dirty words he let out, his reward came moments later.
Your vision blanked out and all you felt was full body tingling and warmth between your legs, liquid splattering back onto you as you finally squirted—the clear liquid spurting strong from your cunt and hitting his abdomen, dripping down his torso, another scream-like sound ripping from you as you pawed and tried desperately to grab onto him. He fucked you through it until the thick stream fell into a trickle as his own orgasm hit again. He rolled his eyes back, his final load less powerful but still enough to make you squirm.
Once your vision came back, your body relaxed, Leon eased your body down, shifting you so that you didn't lay in the mess you two had made. He pulled out, watching the nasty mess seep out, slipping down as your pussy pushed it out in thick globs. Your hole temporarily gaped from how long the penetration went on, and he didn't pass up the chance to lower himself as he held your hips up away from the mess. You didn't even notice him lowering until his lips were on your cunt, making you jolt and try to run from the sensation.
"'M cleaning my mess." He muttered, holding you in place as he used his tongue to clean you up. He knew it was beyond lewd, beyond gross, but he'd never be ashamed to admit that he liked to clean up the nasty mess that he'd make—a mix of your arousal and his cum, salty, almost tangy, and warm on his tongue. He kept true to his word—he didn't try to mess with your clit, ensuring his nose didn't nudge it, only licking up and suckling lightly to clean up the mess. At the end, he lapped at your folds and held some of the mess in his mouth before he crawled up your body and grabbed your face, leaning in for a kiss.
You whimpered, brows furrowing as you felt the swapping of spit, cum, and your own taste. It was nasty, but it made you quiver, your pussy twitching at the sensation. If you hadn't already cum five times, he would've easily gone again just to get rid of that twitching.
"I missed you." He panted, shifting off to the side as he pulled you to lay on top of him.
"Missed you, Lee." You breathed, quiet and shaky as you fell into his embrace.
