Title: Burn For Me
Fandom: Resident Evil (Games)
Pairing: Chris Redfield x Female Reader
Genre: Smut (finger sucking, wax play, rough intensity, sensory control)
Summary: Chris doesnât hold backâhis fingers in your mouth, hot wax dripping over your body, growls rattling through your chest. Rough and relentless, he drags every sound, every climax out of you until youâre marked as his.
SMUT WARNIG! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!
The motel room was suffocatingly hot, the thin curtains drawn tight, the only light coming from the amber glow of the candle Chris had set on the nightstand. Its flame bent and flickered, waiting to be turned into something more than just ambiance. He stood over you like a wall of muscle and intent, shirt discarded, veins roped in his forearms as he pinned you down to the creaking mattress with nothing but his weight and his stare.
âOpen,â he growled, voice a gravelled order you couldnât disobey.
Your lips parted and his thick fingers pushed past them, two knuckles deep on the first thrust, his calloused skin scraping your tongue. His eyes never left yours as he shoved deeper, thumb pressing under your jaw until your mouth stretched around the intrusion.
âYeah, thatâs it,â Chris muttered, watching your cheeks hollow as you sucked. âGet âem nice and wet.â His free hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise when you gagged softly around his fingers, the sound making him groan low in his chest. He pumped them in and out of your mouth like he would his cock, using you, stretching you, saliva slicking your chin.
When he finally pulled them free with a wet pop, a strand of spit clung from your lips to his hand. He smeared it across your cheek, then down to your throat, marking you with it.
âYouâll take everything I give you tonight,â he said, lighting catching in his eyes, âand youâll thank me for it.â
The candle was in his hand before you could breathe, wax pooling at the top. He held it above your chest, tilting slowly until a single drop fellâscalding heat splattering over your skin.
âAhhhhnnâfuck!â you cried out, back arching, the sting sharp then giving way to a throbbing pleasure that pulsed through your nipples, your stomach, down between your thighs.
Chris chuckled darkly, leaning close enough that his breath grazed your ear. âHurts, doesnât it? Hurts good.â
Another drop fell, then another, then a streamâhot rivulets trailing down your stomach, dripping into the valley of your breasts, solidifying against sweat-slick flesh. You writhed beneath him, crying out with each hiss of wax, every nerve lit with fire.
His fingers were back in your mouth instantly, stuffing your cries into gagged moans. He worked them against your tongue as molten lines dripped over your ribs, down your navel, dangerously close to your clit. You whimpered around his hand, hips bucking helplessly, tears pricking your lashes as the burn made your cunt clench empty.
Chris pulled his hand away just long enough to shove his spit-slick fingers down between your legs, pressing them against your soaked folds.
âGoddamnâalready dripping for me,â he groaned, circling your clit before thrusting two fingers inside, the same ones youâd been sucking raw moments earlier. The stretch was brutal, his pace relentless, fucking you open while the last drops of wax hardened against your stomach.
Your screams were muffled by his mouth now, Chris devouring every sound in a punishing kiss, his tongue dominating yours while his fingers pistoned in and out of your cunt, rough and wet and merciless.
âYou taste like sin,â he growled against your lips, curling his fingers just right until your thighs shook violently. His other hand smeared the cooling wax across your skin, grinding it against your nerves to make you whimper louder.
The coil snapped suddenly, violently, your orgasm tearing you apart with a scream swallowed into his kiss, your body shuddering under him, slick soaking his hand. Chris didnât stop, didnât slow, fucking you through the climax, growling into your mouth as though dragging every last drop of pleasure out of you was his mission.
When you finally collapsed, trembling, spent, he licked his fingers clean with a wolfish grin before shoving them back into your mouth.
âDonât think weâre done,â Chris rasped, eyes burning as he reached for the candle again. âWeâre just getting started.â
Title: Between Fire and Shadow
Fandom: Resident Evil (Games)
Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Female Reader x Ada Wong
Genre: Smut (threesome, dangerous mission AU, competition, shared heat)
Summary: Tension in the safehouse boils over when Leon and Adaâs rivalry turns carnal. Caught between his desperate restraint and her ruthless teasing, youâre consumed in a dangerous threesome where survival isnât the only thing at stake.
SMUT WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!
The safehouse was supposed to be a temporary stop, four concrete walls and a flickering bulb barely holding out the night and the monsters prowling beyond it. You sat at the edge of the cot, every nerve frayed from the mission, the adrenaline refusing to leave your veins. Leon was pacing the length of the room, jacket unzipped, hair damp with sweat, gun still within armâs reach, his eyes sharp even though his body screamed exhaustion. And then Ada leaned against the doorway, her silhouette carved in crimson and shadow, that dangerous smile curving her lips like a weapon in itself.
The air snapped taut the moment the three of you were alone together. Heat and friction built not from the threat outside but from the sheer proximity of two people who never did anything halfway.
âYou two look ready to combust,â Ada said smoothly, voice low, sultry, calculated. She walked closer, heels clicking like a countdown, and Leonâs jaw clenched as his eyes darted between her and you.
âNot exactly the time, Ada,â he muttered, but his hand flexed restlessly, betraying him.
âOh, Iâd say itâs the perfect time,â she countered, gaze sliding over you like a caress. âStress relief. Survival instinct. Call it what you want.â Her gloved fingers brushed your jaw, tilting your chin upward until your breath caught.
Leon groaned, half-exasperated, half-desperate, before finally giving in. His hands found your hips, tugging you up from the cot, pressing your back flush against his chest while Ada leaned in from the front, her lips ghosting yours before sealing the kiss with a bruising hunger.
The chemistry was chaosâLeonâs restraint fraying with every needy sound you made, Adaâs tongue claiming your mouth, her smirk tasting of danger, Leonâs groan vibrating against your ear as his hands roamed lower. You were caught between them, dizzy, every breath stolen, every nerve lit.
âCompetition suits you, Kennedy,â Ada teased, pulling back just enough to drag her gloved hand down your body, fingertips teasing at the hem of your shirt.
âNot a competition,â Leon rasped, sliding his hand beneath your waistband, making you gasp. âAs long as sheâs satisfied, we both win.â
Your moan was the only answer as Ada dropped to her knees, smirk flashing wicked up at you while Leon held you steady against him. Her tongue traced fire over your thigh before finding your center, her skillful mouth drawing cries from you instantly. Leonâs arm wrapped tight around your waist, his lips pressing into your neck, whispering rough promises against your skin as his fingers teased higher, deeper, pushing you closer to unraveling.
Two sets of hands, two mouths, two wills locked in dangerous tandemâall focused on you. Leonâs breath ragged in your ear, Adaâs tongue ruthless between your thighs, your body trembling violently between their opposing hungers. The pressure built too fast, too sharp, until you were breaking apart in their hands, the orgasm tearing a cry from your throat that echoed against the safehouse walls.
And still they werenât done. Leon shifted you back onto the cot, Ada sliding up beside you with a predatorâs grin, both of them eyeing you like they had all night to strip you down again and again, the mission momentarily forgotten in the furnace of need.
