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B: Breeding Kink- Zuko
2.5k words. 2.5k isn't that long, but I'm trying to keep these relatively short, and I'm already struggling lol.
Warning for angst with a happy ending, breeding kink, a touch of irrational jealousy, and possessive behavior.
The day Princess Izumi was born was one of the most joyous days you had seen since the Hundred Year War ended. Though it was a day of great excitement, it was still shrouded in secrecy.
You never had outright asked Zuko who Izumi’s mother was, and you were always too busy as his retainer to do any sleuthing of your own. Rumors had swirled around longer than you could keep up with, always taking each and every one that you heard with a grain of salt.
You had your own guesses and theories, but really, you were just happy to see Zuko happy.
Weeks later, when the palace had finally begun to calm after Izumi’s arrival, Zuko made a familiar move.
You had worried at first when you turned around to find Zuko standing so close, but quickly decided to pay no mind to it. “Am I extinguishing too many candles?” You asked, trying to deflect the concern that you felt still lingered with a tight laugh. You knew how Zuko liked reading official documents before bed, even if it irritated you.
“Zuko?” You had asked after finding him half asleep at the desk in his chambers, “why are you still awake?” You asked, helping him up from his chair.
“I wanted a bedtime story,” he answered tiredly.
“You should have told me!” You replied, trying and failing to keep your anger in check, “instead, you are sitting here putting an ache in your back,” you said, getting an arm around his shoulders.
Zuko lets out a laugh, “a small ache has never held me back before,” he said, letting himself be led to bed.
“You snapped at me when I tried to help you put in your royal headpiece,” you grumbled under your breath as you turned down the cover.
“I said I was sorry!” Zuko replied with a laugh, “besides, you were yanking my hair.”
You looked down at your hands after pulling the covers up after Zuko had gotten in, “I suppose,” you let out a soft sigh, “I could be more careful.”
Zuko pulled one of his hands from under the blanket, “I forgive you,” he said, gripping your hand. You both let out a laugh after you rolled your eyes, “now,” he began, a smile lighting up his face, “I was promised a bedtime story.”
“Zuko?” You questioned as the man stepped closer, “are you feeling–”
Your question was cut short as Zuko manhandled you onto his bed, his legs moving into the space between yours, which hung off the edge.
It had felt like years since Zuko had last kissed you. It wasn’t like you were jealous, you knew Zuko needed an heir, and knew that you couldn’t give him one. But that didn’t stop him from trying.
You had just thought of it as a form of stress relief, but Zuko seemingly had a different idea.
“One isn’t enough,” Zuko breathed after he pulled away from the kiss, warm fingers sneaking under your clothing.
“Zuko,” you breathed, “I can’t,” you whispered, even as you craned your neck as his lips trailed down your skin. You could feel excitement, just as much as you felt apprehension, knowing exactly how long it’s been since you laid with Zuko.
He had been rough the last time, obviously frustrated that it wasn’t… taking. You could feel the stares from other members in the council room when you arrived the next day, trying your best to hide the marks Zuko left with your collar. It made you wonder if you could find a water bender to heal the bruises away.
“I’ll take my time,” Zuko replied, before he stepped away to grab that familiar container. You weren’t jealous, you told yourself as you tried to look into the container to see if there was less in there. To see if Zuko shared what he used on you with Izumi’s mother.
Upon his return, Zuko swooped down into another kiss as he wrestled your clothing off, throwing the garments away like they personally offended him.
“You’ll be with my child,” Zuko declared, “tonight.” He yanked at his robes, your hands, on instinct, moved to help.
“Let me,” you said, “you’ll burn another pair.”
Zuko huffed out a laugh, his golden eyes watched your hands move without thought, “you are excellent with your hands,” he observed softly.
You looked up, eyes locked with Zuko’s golden ones, “that is because I am your retainer, my lord,” you whispered. Your hands hovered between your bodies when Zuko’s robe was out of the way, fingers just shy of his waistband.
You looked away and moved up the bed. A place you’ve cleaned and made up countless times, but have not rested upon in months.
Zuko crawled slowly after you, like a dragon hunting its prey. Only for a moment were you closed off, but then, at the feel of Zuko’s warm fingers on your ankles, your legs were spreading for him.
Two fingers closed around your chin to turn your head up so he could look you in the eye, they then moved to cup your cheek, making it so you couldn’t turn away.
“You think you’re just a royal retainer to me?” He asked, not even giving you a chance to answer as he claimed your mouth in a soft kiss, “you are the most beautiful man I know,” he said against your mouth.
“Zuko,” you said as you turned your head as much as you could out of the next kiss he tried to initiate. You struggled in holding back a shiver when Zuko’s lips trailed across your jaw, “it’s not poss–”
You were interrupted by Zuko’s lips against yours, and when you tried to finish your sentence, Zuko only saw that as an invitation to deepen the kiss.
“Much crazier things have happened,” Zuko said with a laugh as he pulled away and stood up from the bed. Even if you had just tried to talk him out of it, you still missed his warmth. “I took down the Fire Lord and ascended the throne as a teenager,” he said as he removed his crown.
Back in its protective casing, your mind went back to one of the many times he left it on. In fact, nearly all of his clothing had stayed on, but was instead opened enough to get his hard cock out. You had ridden him that day, right there on his throne, Zuko muttering sweet nothings in your ear about how this time it would take.
“Perhaps you are right,” you said once it was over, Zuko cock still softening inside you.
“Perhaps you are right,” you repeated, your cock throbbing at the thought of the smile on Zuko’s face that day and the feel of his hand on your stomach.
It startled you when a flash of orange lit up your vision, the room left much brighter, but once you realized what it was, all you felt was annoyance.
“I just put those out,” you said, hoping Zuko could see your eye roll even with his back turned. You couldn’t help but reach a hand between your legs to wrap your fingers around your cock as you watched Zuko get the rest of his clothing off.
“I needed to see you better,” Zuko replied.
Need. You had to bite your lip to hold back the sound you wanted to let out.
“You must fold those,” you said, after you watched Zuko toss them carelessly. You and everyone else in the palace made sure Zuko’s room was spotless, but that didn’t mean you wanted to let his clothing end up on the floor, even if there was no dust or debris to stain them.
Zuko whipped around in all of his naked glory, his hair a dark veil that swooshed with the movement, “I must?” He questioned as he stepped up to the bed, “I must?” He repeated, grabbing your ankles when close enough.
You yelped when he yanked you down the bed, Zuko’s hands moving to wrap your legs around his waist. “I’m sorry,” you breathed, “that isn’t what I meant.”
“Oh?” Zuko purred, “I think it’s exactly what you meant,” he said before he moved down to press his lips to yours.
“I’m sorry,” you tried once more. You didn’t actually think Zuko was angry, if the hard cock poking you was anything to go off of, but it never hurt to apologize.
“Enough of that,” Zuko commanded, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your mouth, “you challenge me,” he said, making his way down to nip at the skin of your neck, “make me a better man,” he whispered into your ear.
“All I said was to fold your clothes,” you replied, feeling confused.
“Must I repeat myself?” Zuko questioned, his forehead pressed to yours.
You gasped when a wet finger traced the edge of your hole– when had he?
“Been a while,” Zuko said, an edge of sadness to his words, “has anyone?” He trailed off.
“What?” You questioned incredulously, “my lord,” you gasped, “there’s been no one.”
Zuko pulled you into a rough kiss, his tongue moving past your lips as his finger pressed inside, “good,” he whispered, “you’re mine.”
Barely able to adjust to the first, a second joined, “Zuko,” you whined, the name sounding foreign on your lips. You couldn’t remember the last time you said his name, instead choosing to use the common honorifics said around the palace.
Devastation wasn’t the right word. It was only realistic that Zuko would want an heir. You could remember that night easily. Rejection. That was it.
“Am I to stay with you tonight, Lord Zuko?” You had asked.
“No,” Zuko answered, not looking up from the scroll he was reading, “your services, in that regard, are no longer necessary.”
“Ah,” was all you could muster while you felt as if a bucket of cold water from the Northern Water Tribe had been poured on top of you, “very well, Zu– my lord.”
That caused Zuko to look up, but you were already out the door, not wanting to see the look on his face.
What burn you felt from Zuko’s eager fingers was soon overtaken by pleasure. Even after all this time, Zuko was still able to expertly find your prostate. He pulled you into a wet kiss, swallowing your moans as he spread his fingers, preparing you for his leaking cock smearing precum against your thigh.
You pushed at Zuko’s chest, sucking in air through your nose as you tried to breathe, the pleasure overwhelming you.
“Breathe,” Zuko commanded softly, his voice sounded far away, like it was in the back of your mind. “Breathed,” he tried again.
Upon taking a deep breath in, you felt like you were back in your body, a slow, steady hum of pleasure still thrumming through your veins. Lifting your head up felt like it took all the effort in the world, and when you did, all you could see was the lack of space between you and Zuko’s body.
You gave an experimental clench down and groaned when you felt Zuko’s cock deep within you. “Oh,” you mumbled, and ran a hand down your chest, a mess of come and sweat on your fingers when you pulled away.
Your heart rattled in your chest when Zuko reached out and wrapped a hand around your wrist. You gasped when he guided your hand to his mouth, his wet, warm tongue poking past his lips. You felt your cock give a valiant twitch when your fingers were sucked into the wet heat of Zuko’s mouth, the man groaning around the digits.
Letting gravity do the work once he let go, your fingers fell free from Zuko’s lips with a slick noise, his hands finding purchase on your hips, “back with me?” He asked, running his hands soothingly up and down your sides.
“Yeah,” you croaked, “I don’t know what that was,” you said, looking down at your body. You looked back up at Zuko, noticing a glint of concern in his eyes. “It was,” you clenched down on Zuko’s cock, “intense.”
Zuko moaned, his hips twitching forward, even if he had barely anywhere to go. He moved his hands to your thighs, running his fingers across the skin until you relaxed. He lifted one leg to his shoulder, his lips brushing the thin skin of your ankle. Next, the other, and then, Zuko nearly had you bent in half.
Zuko’s knees rested on either side of your body, finding purchase in the covers. He gripped your hips in a tight hold, keeping you in place as he started fucking in and out. In only a few thrusts, your cock was fully hard once more, leaking in the space between your bodies.
You grabbed at Zuko’s broad shoulders, burying your face into the sweaty crook of his neck. It did little to muffle the sounds you let out, but it seemed as if Zuko didn’t mind, his pace doubling. The entire palace was bound to know what you were up to.
Your second release of the night built higher and higher on each thrust, to the point that it only took a few slick pulls of your fingers around your cock to come.
You opened your eyes slowly, not even realizing you had closed them. It took a few seconds to register that Zuko was speaking to you, your brain catching up moments later.
“Do you realize how you look?” He asked, “stuffed full of my cock?” Zuko’s cock throbbed wildly inside, his thrusts becoming sloppy.
He came with a loud moan, ending with one final thrust that left his cock deep. It overwhelmed you, like a dam of emotions bursting after months of building. “Zuko,” you breathed, not even knowing what you were asking for as tears spilled from the corners of your eyes.
“Rest now,” Zuko said, maneuvering your body until he had you in his arms. “We have all night,” he whispered into your ear, his fingers spread across your stomach.
Nautilus Mechanicus
oc / Aida
I heard it was that time of year again.
I managed to finish this just in time! Almost missed MerMay..
Thank you to the lovely person on Patreon that requested a Mer version of the boys <3 I only did Ghost for now but I had SO much fun <3
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Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Male Reader
Synopsis: After finding about Leon’s whereabouts, you took it upon yourself to travel back to the ruins of Raccoon City. Hoping to be with the man that you love, even if it was for the last time
Tags: fluff, slight angst, slight action, smút with plot, smitten Leon, flirty Leon, clingy Leon, horny Leon, older Leon, older reader, Top Leon, Bottom Reader
Reader is Jill Valentine’s brother. No use of Y/N.
Event takes place during Resident Evil: Requiem
You can read the prequel here
Author’s note at the end :)
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“Copy that.”
Sherry signed off before leaning back on her chair with a tired sigh. She hoped Leon would be okay heading towards the Raccoon City Police Department on his own.
The sound of the floor squeaking behind her, makes her immediately stand up and turn around with her gun out before lowering it when she saw who it was.
“What are you doing here?” Sherry asked.
You gave Sherry an unimpressed look, folding your arms. “Neat place to hide but for someone who’s been agent for so long, you’d think you would turn off your ‘find my phone’ function so I wouldn’t find you on my gps.”
Sherry gasped, taking her phone out and realising that you were right. She shook her head defiantly as her eyes caught sight of the black veins on your neck. “You should be resting.”
“So should you.” You countered, getting a scoff from the other woman.
Sherry shook her head. “It’s fine. My regenerative abilities from the G-Virus have been keeping the infection at bay.”
“Yet you’re downing meds that would easily take down an elephant.” Your tone shifting to a softer one before you took a step towards her, patting her on the head as if she was the same child you and the others had saved so many years ago.
Sherry chuckled, lightly slapping your hand away from her head. “So did you come here to just check up on me?”
“Yes and no,” You mused as you took your phone out with a frown on your face. “Where is he, Sherry? He hasn’t been returning my calls or texts and it’s been a couple of days.”
Sherry worried on her bottom lip, unsure if telling you the truth would further upset you or bring you some sort of comfort knowing where Leon was.
“Okay,” Sherry sighed. “But promise you won’t get mad.”
“Promise.” You replied to her, not knowing what you were going to hear next was going to change your whole direction for the rest of the day.
~~~~~
“Now what the hell did I just walk into?”
You whispered to yourself after watching a scientist with snake like skin and tentacles for an arm decapitate another man while a platinum blonde haired woman was shielding an unconscious Leon on the floor after getting pierced in the side by the scientist.
“Hey!” You drew your gun out, catching the attention of everyone else except for Leon before the woman turned back and injected Leon with some kind of serum.
“It’s working,” The woman panted out. “Leon, it’s working wake up!”
You dragged your eyes away from the two on the floor, your gun still aimed at the scientist but the man pays you no mind as he walked up to a panel in the middle of the platform and pressed a few buttons.
“Now. Let it all come down,” The scientist turned to you, before raising his hand that was holding another serum. “All of it.”
“What?” You asked out loud, still unsure of what was fully happening.
“Grace, what happened?” Leon’s voice caught your attention before you ducked and rolled at the last second when the scientist swiped his tentacled arm at you.
Leon’s eyes meets yours in a hazy confusion before he gasped. “What the hell are you doing here?!”
Grace watched the both of you, still holding on to her side where she was wounded.
“Oh you know,” You panted out, feeling the effects of the mutating t-virus furthering your fatigue. “I was revisiting memories of our adventures in this lab.”
Leon quickly crawled to you, softly cradling your face as he saw the dark veins had spread to your chin. “We need to get you that cure.”
The whole place shakes, debris falling everywhere and the platforms tips before falling off to the side.
“It’s gonna go!” Leon yelled out, immediately gathering you into his arms. “Grab something!”
You, Leon and Grace then fell off the toppling platform and to the floor below, Grace yelling out while you and Leon stumbled onto the floor.
Leon supporting you the entire time so you didn’t hurt yourself when you landed, slightly amazed by the other man’s renewed strength.
Leon hugged you close to his body when the remainder of the previous platform fell to the floor that the both of you were on.
“Grace?” Leon looked around with you, calling out for Grace. “Grace!”
The both of you then turned your heads to see Gideon walk up to the both of you, Leon shielding you with his body as he took a step forward.
“Go find Grace.” Leon told you, making you nod as you quickly ducked away before Leon turned his attention to Gideon. “Time to bury umbrella’s last skeleton.”
You searched around the mess, hearing Leon fight off Gideon in the background before you saw Grace’s unconscious body on the floor.
“Grace!” You called out to her as you dropped to your knees and patted her softly on the face. “Come on, it’s not nap time yet.”
Grace let out a groan as she came back to her senses before sitting up and looking at you in confusion as her eyes fell on the dark veins on your neck. “Wait, you’re infected too? Who are you?”
The sound of Gideon yelling and what seemed to be electricity catches the two of you off guard before you turned back to her questioning gaze. “I’m the husband of the man you saved with that cure.”
“Husband? Wow, his dad jokes suddenly make a lot of sense.” Grace panted out, making you chuckle.
You shook your head. “His dad jokes have been around since I met him here in Raccoon City, twenty-eight years ago.”
You hear Gideon let out a defeated wail and got up to see the scientist fall off the platform.
“Good riddance.” Leon muttered before turning his head to look for you and sighing in relief when your eyes locked in with his.
Grace stood next to you, halting you from going to Leon. “Wait! You need this.”
You turned to her in confusion, only to flinch when she injected you with the cure and you gasped feeling the weight of the illness suddenly leave your body.
You saw Leon grin before the both of you whipped your heads at the edge where Gideon fell off at the sound of something massive moving from below.
“Grace, go and find someplace safe to hide. I have a feeling we’re not done yet.” You advised Grace, who nodded before running away to hide behind some debris.
You jogged up to Leon, picking up the rocket launcher that was conveniently left on the floor and then accepting the kiss on the cheek that he gave you.
Leon sighed happily, noticing the black veins on your neck now gone. “You’re cured.”
The both of you turned when giant tentacles and claws latch to the side of the platform as a giant monster rose up from the ground, its unbelievable size taking up half of the room.
Leon grabbed and covered you with his body when the monster lands on the platform, grunting when the impact caused a gush of wind to rush at the both of you.
“A nemesis,” Leon said as he looked up at the hideous creature. “No wonder, he was so damn relentless.”
“Yeah, well when there’s a nemesis…” You trailed off, lifting the rocket launcher up.
Leon turned his head to you with an amused smile. “There’s a Valentine ready to take it down.”
“It’s Kennedy now, I got married.” You winked at Leon.
Leon shook his head with a chuckle. “I really am the luckiest man alive.”
The new nemesis roared, forcing the both of you turn to it with your weapons out.
“Cover me?” Leon breathed out.
You grinned, aiming the rocket launcher towards the monster. “Always.”
~~~~~
“How’s Claire and the others?”
You asked one of the members of Chris’ team, The Hound Wolf Squad.
The man nodded, a good sign. “Captain Redfield says everyone’s currently stable and still resting.”
You smiled, handing the man some of the antivirals. “These should be enough for Claire, Carlos, Ada and Jill. Make sure to pass the remainders to Rebecca to replicate the cure. Oh and tell Jill that I’m fine, the cure worked and that I’ll see my sister when I come back.”
“Yes sir.” The man responded before walking away.
A familiar set of strong arms circled your waist from behind, the front of Leon’s body leaned onto your back as the man burrowed his face into your neck with a deep sigh.
You patted the side of Leon’s face before kissing the hinge of his jaw. “How are you holding up? You’ve been gone for quite awhile.”
“I’m sorry,” Leon replied, his voice slightly muffled. “I should’ve told you where I was going but we were running out of time.”
“Hey, you had to do something with whatever was at your disposal. Sherry was the one who told me by the way, so don’t get mad at her.” You told Leon, the man grumbled unhappily.
Leon groaned, removing his face from your neck as he turned you around so the both of you were facing each other. “I much preferred if you hadn’t put yourself through hell to find me but I’m happy that you’re here with me now.”
“Between you and Grace, I pretty much sailed through everything and it was all worth it you know?” You told Leon, making the man’s head tilt in question.
You sighed, leaning your body toward his. “It didn’t matter if we were able to find a cure or not, I would’ve fought to be by your side even till the very end.”
Leon smiled warmly at you, resting his forehead against yours. “Well we don’t have to think about that now, it’s all in the past.”
“Yeah well, speaking of the past. I found a letter that was written by Marvin’s daughter and I felt like shit remembering what Marvin told me at the station way back then while I was alone with him before he turned.” You worried your bottom lip, trying not to tear up.
Leon’s hand cradled the side of your face, he tilted his head to kiss your forehead while he shushed you softly. “It’s okay baby, it wasn’t easy for me too when I walked back into the station and the events of that night replayed in my mind.”
“We should’ve died but we didn’t.” You muttered, feeling the downturn of Leon’s lips on your forehead.
Leon leaned back, his eyes boring into yours with a sense of determination. “You’re right but we were given the chance to live so we should continue to honour them by fighting the fight however we can.”
“I love you.” You sniffled, getting a comforting kiss from the other man.
Leon pulled back with a soft smile. “I love you more. There’s nobody in this life that I’d go through all of this with.”
You smiled before your eyes shifted to Grace sitting by her lonesome on one of the helicopters that the squad had arrived on.
You took out one of the antivirals out of your pocket before handing it to Leon. “Tell Sherry we got one for her too, I’ll go check on Grace.”
Leon nodded before tapping on his earpiece to inform Sherry of the good news as you walked over to Grace.
“Grace.” You called out to her, the other woman looking up at you with a small smile.
Grace sighed. “Hey, looks like you’re doing well.”
“You mind?” You pointed to the space next to her, Grace shaking her head as she scooted over to let you sit.
You sighed, glancing at her with a comforting smile. “Your last name’s Ashcroft right? I knew your mom before she passed.”
“You were friends with my mom?” Grace stuttered slightly, seeing you shake your head in response.
You sighed. “We weren’t close, I met her in passing when I was still working for the government. What she uncovered and did in exposing Umbrella back then was an insane feat, she was a very brave woman.”
“Yeah, she was. I miss her.” Grace’s voice trailed off.
You bumped your shoulder with hers. “You’ll get through this, thank you for being brave on your own. You saved my husband.”
Grace opened her mouth and was about to respond when Leon’s voice interrupted her.
“It’s over then.” Leon walked up to the both of you with a small smile.
“Yeah,” Grace smiled back. “Elpis was really our last hope.”
“Well let’s pray Umbrella hasn’t left us any more nasty surprises.” Leon replied, winking at you and getting an eye roll from you in response.
Grace shook her head and sighed. “I wish we could’ve saved Emily.”
“Grace,” Leon walked up to Grace, making her look up at him. “I didn’t hit any of her vitals. She should still be alive.”
“What are you saying?” Grace asked Leon with a hopeful expression.
Leon gives her a comforting smile. “Maybe we can save her.”
Grace was almost in disbelief, her face contorting to a relieved smile before turning to look at you when you shoved another antiviral into her hand.
“This is the last one.” You smiled at Grace before taking Leon’s outstretched hand as the both of you walked off, letting Grace process everything by herself.
Leon lets go of your hand before removing the glove off his left hand and then procuring his wedding ring from his pocket to slip it onto his ring finger. “Feels good to have this on me again, I’m happy that I didn’t lose it.”
“You lost your jacket though.” You pointed out in amusement as Leon grabbed your hand with his to hold.
Leon shrugged. “It was more to cover up the virus spreading anyways.”
“Well, I’m not complaining. I appreciate the tight shirt over all your muscles. Your butt looks good in those pants by the way.” You told Leon, the man turning his head to you in surprise when you pinched one of his cheeks.
Leon lets out a low chuckle. “Seems like the antiviral did more than just healed us. Let’s go home and let me show you how much I’ve missed you.”
“Lead the way then, Mr Kennedy.” You giggled.
Leon grinned. “Of course, Mr Kennedy.”
~~~~~
“Oh fuck, Leon.”
You whined as Leon took more of your length into his mouth. The both of you were now at home in your bedroom, Leon lying comfortably in between your legs.
Leon released your cock from his mouth with an audible pop before kissing and nibbling the skin of your inner thighs, making your hips stutter in pleasure as Leon’s hands were forcing them down on the mattress.
“Be patient, baby.” Leon muttered against your thigh before lifting your legs up to rest on his shoulders so he was face to face with your awaiting hole.
Leon’s tongue teases your hole, the slick tip circling your rim before dipping into the crevice but not immediately pushing in.
You hissed, Leon had been teasing you for an hour straight. The man’s mouth having marked every part of your body, especially on your chest where he was practically nursing on your nipples for the better half of that hour.
You got a chuckle from Leon when you tapped the heel of your foot on his shoulder.
Leon took the hint, dipping his tongue into you with a hungry moan that made you throw your head back with a whimper when your husband began to fuck you with his tongue.
You felt the tip of Leon’s sharp nose resting against your taint as he pushed his tongue deeper into you, coating your walls with his saliva and groaning when you squeezed his tongue with your hole.
Once your hole was loose enough by the combination of Leon’s tongue and fingers, your husband lined up his cock with your hole before he slowly pushed himself in.
Leon huffed out a sigh of satisfaction, his eyes closed as he pushed himself deeper inside you while you were whimpering at his sheer girth.
“We’ve been together for twenty-eight years and you’re still as tight as the first time we did this.” Leon told you, leaning his head down to kiss you on the lips as his hips slowly gyrate. His cock going deeper in you, causing you to let out whimper against his lips that he greedily swallowed.
This was Leon’s favourite position, having to be able to see you as he fucked you. Your arms clinging onto his broad back, your attention fully on him as he continued to drive his cock into your warmth.
You let out tiny whimpers when Leon began to pick up the pace, his thrusting pelvis audibly smacking against your ass.
“I love you, I love you, I love you…” Leon muttered, mouthing against your neck and jaw before capturing your lips with his in a bruising kiss.
You knew Leon loved it when your senses were overwhelmed by him. Your eyes only focused on his face, your mouth preoccupied by his, your hands clinging onto his back, the smell of his musk filling up your nostrils and the sound of his gravelly voice in your ears.
Leon’s version of making love meant that the whole world was silent, only the harmonic sounds of your intertwined bodies were present.
“Leon,” You panted, feeling the familiar heat in your gut rising. “You’re gonna make me cum.”
Leon chuckled, biting at the hinge of your jaw as he tilted his hips just enough so his cock was hitting your prostate.
“That’s right baby, you only cum when I’m inside you. You only cum because of me.” Leon muttered, driving his hips faster into you with renewed intensity.
You couldn’t help but to moan and whimper your husband’s name over and over again, your fingernails scratching Leon’s back with every thrust he gave you.
“Oh fuck, Leon.” You cried out as you spilled in between your and Leon’s sweaty bodies, making the other man whimper when the intensity of your release squeezed his cock.
Leon’s thrust suddenly became erratic, the man trying his best not to lose control as he pummelled into you. “Baby, you almost made me came just from that.”
You smirked, your hands moving from Leon’s back to hold his face so you could force him to look at you.
You pushed his sweaty bangs from his face so his eyes met yours. “I want you to fill me up with your babies.”
Leon was caught off guard by your words before groaning in surprise when you suddenly turned your bodies over so you were straddling his lap while his dick was still lodged inside you.
You licked your lips at the sight of your husband’s glistening and sweaty muscles, getting a short cry when you squeezed his cock with your hole.
You then leaned back, your hands resting on Leon’s large thighs as you began to fuck yourself on his cock. Leon’s hands immediately grabbing your hips, his cock dragging within your walls as you continuously lifted yourself up before plopping back down on his lap.
You repeated the process, riding Leon and savouring the man’s moans and whimpers after he had his fun by taking care of your needs first.
Your husband was a considerate lover to say the least.
Leon suddenly shot up from his laid back position on the bed, his arms wrapping themselves around your middle with him mouthing against your chest, indicating that he was getting close.
You squeezed his cock with your hole once again and Leon let out a cry as he spilled his warm seed into you, his body twitching as you continued to squeeze his cock to milk him dry while you were still on his lap.
Leon stayed still, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You feel his warm and heavy panting on your skin as you softly caressed the back of his head, your lips kissing the crown of his head.
“You good?” You asked Leon, getting a wet chuckle from your husband as he pulled away from your neck to look up at you adoringly.
Leon sighed. “I feel amazing every single time I get to be inside you.”
“I’ll never know how you can turn such a dirty sentence into the sappiest line I’ve ever heard.” You mused, chuckling with Leon as he kissed your exposed collarbone.
Leon huffed. “I love you so much.”
You pulled away, smiling sweetly down at him before leaning back down to peck him on the lips. “I love you more.”
“Not possible.” Leon replied before turning your bodies around so you were lying on the bed, his cock slipping out of your hole before you laughed as the man peppered kisses all over your face.
“Round two?” You breathed out, looking up at Leon’s dilated eyes as he lowered his body on top of yours.
Leon nipped at your jaw, a smirk forming on his face. “Thought you’d never ask.”
*****
Author’s note:
My first smutty Leon fic!
As much as I wanted to write Leon based on the timeline of the games, I simply couldn’t help but write for the older version of him
Might just write more fluff on Leon in the future, this was really fun
As always, thank you for reading :)
𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔡'𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡 Ethan Winters x male reader
Summary: Ethan Winters thought sneaking around with the cute guy from the BSAA records annex was risky enough already between late-night flirting, hidden office hookups and desperately trying not to get caught at work. The only thing he didn’t know was that you were Chris Redfield’s son. Now there’s the horrifying fact that if Chris ever finds out, Ethan might not survive it.
Tags: Male reader. No use of Y/N. Ethan Winters/Male Reader. Age gap. Chris Redfield is M!reader's dad. Ethan's panicked face when the wires connect mentally. Ethan is the definition of a DILF. Size kink. Top Ethan. Bottom male reader. Sub bratty bottom energy. Workplace sex. Sex on a desk. Office hookup. Awkward but earnest dirty talking attempts (he's trying, okay). Breeding kink.
This has been sitting in my drafts for almost two months
ℳ𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 - gif
Words count: 7000
The fluorescents in the B.S.A.A. Eastern European outposts hummed at a frequency just shy of headache-inducing and you'd been listening to that hum for six hours straight. The analog clock on the wall of your dad's base read 16:47.
Outside the reinforced window of the records annex, snow was starting to come down in lazy flakes over the training yard and somewhere out there guys doing live-fire exercises on simulated mannequins.
Here you were instead, constantly clicking on a not-working computer.
"Come on, you piece of—"
The screen flickered, a little spinning circle of doom that kept spinning as you’d been trying to upload the same goddamn incident report — Sector 4, redacted, redacted, three confirmed B.O.W. specimens neutralized, blah blah — for the better part of an hour and the legacy database your dad's IT department refused to update and kept eating it.
Every single time you hit submit, the connection timed out and the form reset you had to retype everything because of course autosave wasn't a feature in this fossil.
Shoving back from the desk and dragging both hands down your face, trying to remember the breathing exercises one of the medics had taught you.
In through the nose for four, out through the mouth for eight.
Meant to lower your heart rate, mostly it just made you light-headed enough to want to throw the monitor through the window because you were in perfect shape and passed every physical exam they'd thrown at you, could even handle a sidearm and a long gun while running the obstacle course faster than half the new recruits.
And your father, Captain Christopher Redfield, assigned you in a beige room filing reports.
He'd never said it out loud but you knew he'd lost too much and want to lose you to the same nightmare that had eaten chunks out of him… but some trust in you would have been much appreciated on your part.
The doors at the end of the corridor banged open and your father's voice rolled in ahead of him.
You didn't turn around but instead jabbed at the keyboard.
ERROR 0x80070643. Encryption certificate not found. Reauthenticate.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me," you hissed at the screen.
"Hey."
You didn't even look up, knowing that voice along the Heavy boots, heavier shoulders and a permanent frown.
"Before you say anything, I swear to God this thing hates me personally."
A hand landed on the back of the chair next to you, tall shadow casted on the monitor and your dad was standing slightly behind the new figure, palm flat against the other man's shoulder blade in that ‘this is one of mine, be nice’ way he had.
You finally turned in a half-snarl because you were pissed but not a fool.
Broad as a barn, beard a little more salt than pepper these days while his big and glowed hand was resting on the back of another man who was—
Oh.
Blond, not as tall as your father but he'd still loom over you.
Stubble along a sharp jaw, eyes a sort of tired blue.
He was wearing a white button-down with the sleeves shoved unevenly to his elbows and a pair of cargo pants that were definitely military-issue and he had an exhausted-handsome quality that made men in their late thirties.
"Ethan," your father said, in his rumble, "this is Ethan Winters. You'll have heard the name."
Of course you had, everyone in any orbit of the B.S.A.A. had heard the name associated with the Louisiana incident and Eastern European mountain village all along the absolute meat-grinder of supernatural horseshit he'd come out of, twice, somehow alive.
He stuck his right hand out and gave you a small but friendly smile. "Hey. Nice to meet you."
You took his big and calloused hand along the heel of the palm and on the pads of his fingers, all felt as he shook with a firm grip and let go without dragging it out, which you appreciated because your face was already going hot for reasons you were going to refuse to examine.
Exchanging your name, Chris almost immediately spoke back.
"He’s processing all AAR submissions," your dad said to Ethan. "Anything someone file, it goes through him first. So play nice."
"Always," Ethan said, with that same tired smile.
Your father's hand was still on his back between the shoulder blades before he leaned in and said something low into Ethan's ear that you didn't catch, gave him two solid pats and turned to go.
At the door, he paused.
"Try not to break the monitor, kid."
"No promises," you muttered.
He was gone and then it was just you and Ethan Winters standing in the middle of your records annex looking around like he wasn't entirely sure why he was still there.
The little circle of doom on your monitor kept spinning.
Connection timed out.
You let your head fall forward and thunk gently against the desk.
"Bad day?" Ethan asked.
"Bad century. I think this computer was assembled by hand by a man who hated me personally."
There was a quiet huff of laughter as you lifted your head. He'd taken a step closer, hands in his pockets, head tilted at the screen the way a dog tilts its head in curiosity.
"What're you trying to do?"
"Upload an AAR. The form keeps timing out and I've retyped this thing four times."
"Mm." He was looking at the screen now, eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "May I?"
You scooted your chair back and he came around behind you, leaning over your shoulder and his shirt sleeve brushed the back of your neck as he reached past you for the mouse and the combination of smell between clean laundry, gun oil and, faintly, coffee reached your senses.
"This is the Falcon-3 backend, right?" he said, mostly to himself, clicking through. "Yeah, okay. So they never patched the session timeout on legacy forms. Stupid, but yeah, hold on."
"You know this system?"
"I'm a systems engineer," he said absently. "Or I was. Before, you know." A small wave of his hand with an ugly scar wrist-level. "Crazy infected family, village full of lycans… ‘Super sized bitch’ countess." He said it deadpan and the corner of his lips lifted when he heard you chuckle at his words. "Not my words. Anyway, watch."
He hit a key combination you didn't see in a quick flicker of his fingers and a developer console popped open at the corner of the screen.
He started typing fast, lines of code scrolling as he made a small thoughtful sound in his throat.
"Yeah, okay. They've got the session token expiring at six hundred seconds and they never refresh it. So if you sit on the page longer than ten minutes, the form's already dead by the time you hit submit, the server just doesn't tell you until it tries to write." He glanced down at you over his shoulder. "We can either bump the timeout client-side, which is technically against IT policy, or we can stage the form data locally and post it via direct API once we— yeah, we'll just bump the timeout. Don't tell your boss."
"He'd kill you," you said, dryly.
A flicker of amusement in his face like he could tell there was a private joke there but couldn't pin it down. "Probably. Okay. Type your report into a text file first this time, just in case."
You opened a notepad obediently and started copy-pasting from your scattered notes while stood close behind you, one hand braced on the edge of the desk by your elbow, the other working the keyboard.
His forearm was right next to your face, sleeve of his shirt shoved up unevenly, cuff bunching around his elbow and you could see the flex of tendons when he typed.
You tried, very hard, to keep your eyes on your own screen.
"There," he said, after a few minutes. "Try it now."
You hit submit and the little circle spun as you braced for failure.
Submission successful.
A green checkmark, the first one you'd seen in eight hours.
"Oh my God."
"Told you," he said and it was so smug you were surprised in the first place it came from him.
He straightened up off your shoulder and stretched, one arm overhead, line of his torso pulling tight under that white shirt. "Easy fix once you know where to look."
"You're a wizard, Mr. Winters."
"Ethan. Just Ethan." He scratched the back of his neck. "I'm just a guy who used to fix computer networks for a living."
You looked up at him properly for the first time. Up close, the tiredness in his eyes was still there, but there was a careful gentleness in him still.
"Thanks," you said, real this time and not snippy.
He smiled, small and genuine. "Anytime."
It became a thing.
He had no reason to keep showing up at your annex considering the military training he had to do as your father was running him through the same rigorous program he ran the rookies through, even though Ethan was thirty-something and had survived more in a week than most of those rookies would in a career.
Three days after you met him, he showed up at your door with two coffees from the commissary, black for him, with one sugars and a splash of cream for you, because he'd asked the second time you'd seen him and apparently he remembered.
"How's the Falcon-3 treating you?"
"Like an enemy combatant."
"Mind if I look?"
He was always very careful, you noticed, about that little bit of distance. He'd lean over your shoulder to look at the screen but he kept his weight on his own feet, never on you.
Laughing at your bad jokes like the dry pissy ones you made about the fluorescent lights and the analog clock.
A week in, you caught yourself looking forward to him.
A week and a half in, you caught yourself dressing better for work, tucking your shirt in, wearing the henley that fit a little snug across the shoulders.
He had this thing he did when he was thinking where he'd run his thumb along his bottom lip.
A nervous tell is hideously unfair.
And he was kind, that was the thing that got you.
After all the things he'd seen and read in the classified files between his daughter, ex-wife and what had happened in Romania, he was just kind.
He noticed when you were stressed and made dumb little comments to defuse it.
It gave you enough confidence to start flirting with him, cautious at first.
You'd hand him a folder and let your fingers brush his, hold the contact a half-second too long… lean over his shoulder when he was at the desk and pretend to look at the screen while breathing him in.
Even catch his eye across a room and hold it ‘fore smiling at him and spotting a red take on his cheeks.
He noticed.
There was a little flicker in his face and at the corners of his mouth, but he didn't take the bait, just kept being kind and calling you by your first name in that slightly rough voice that did embarrassing things to your spine.
Two weeks in, you were genuinely losing your mind.
Three weeks in, the computer started acting up again.
It was a Thursday late night and the records annex was empty except for you and the buzz of the fluorescents.
The computer froze, then unfroze and repeated this procedure constantly.
You'd been at it since seven in the morning and it was almost ten at night and you were going to start crying or screaming.
"Hey."
You looked up and Ethan was in the doorway in workout clothes, heather-grey t-shirt that fit him nicely along dark sweatpants and his hair was damp like he'd just come from the showers after a late training session.
He had a bottle of water in his hand and an apologetic look on his face.
"Had to look after Rose for the whole day and Chris wouldn’t let me skip training today… so here I am." he did a little with his hands in the air to joke and the awkward grin on his face grew more genuine when he saw you smile back. "Saw the light on, thought you might've been the cleaning crew."
"Nope. Just me and this junk slowly killing each other."
He came in like usual and set his water on a nearby filing cabinet before crossing to your desk and looking over your shoulder except this time he was barely a foot away from you and he smelled like soap and clean sweat.
His arm was bare and right next to your face, bicep of a good size from said military training showing its results as it flexed.
"What's it doing?"
"Freezing, then unfreezing… then freezing. I think the whole disk is dying."
"Mm." He pulled a chair over from the next desk and dragged it close to sit down beside you so that your knees were almost touching. He didn't seem to notice but you definitely did. "Let me look."
He took the keyboard and started running diagnostics.
"Yeah, okay, the swap file's huge, that'll do it, this thing has like four gigs of RAM and they're trying to run a database client on it, we can clear the cache and see if that helps, but honestly the long-term solution is they need to give you a new machine, the disk's reads are awful, look at this…"
His forearms were on full display, strong veined muscles flexing under the skin every time he moved his fingers.
You were not listening to a word he said as you leaned closer and pretended to look at the screen.
"Mm-hm," you said, like you were following along.
"…so the kernel's basically choking itself trying to allocate enough memory to—" He paused when noticing your shoulder. "Are you following any of this?"
"Not even a little."
He laughed under his breath. "Okay, fair."
"Keep talking, though. I like it when you do the nerd voice. It's hot.”
He looked at you sideways and didn't move away from your shoulder, kept looking at the screen but he wasn't really seeing it, thumb coming up to his bottom lip and rubbing along it.
The reattached hand on the keyboard stilled, cursor stopping and blinking.
"Thanks…" A breath of a laugh. Almost pained. "No one said it to me."
“It’s a shame, I could hear you for hours…”
A long quiet interrupted barely by a hum of the fluorescents.
He opened his eyes and looked at you, his eyes were so blue and serious.
"I haven't done this in a long time," he said.
"What?"
"Anything." A small, helpless sort of shrug. "With anybody. Since… you know."
"I’m aware… can I kiss you?"
He swallowed and you watched his Adam apple work.
"That's a slippery slope, kid."
"Don't call me kid."
"…sorry."
You leaned in slowly and you gave him every chance to pull back but he didn't, eyes dropping to your mouth and staying there, thumb dropping from his lip as you kissed him.
He made the smallest sound before his hand came up and cupped your jaw, tilting you a little to kiss back.
There was a slight off-rhythm at the start but he caught it within seconds, thumb stroking your jaw. His mouth opened against yours and you opened to him just as his tongue brushed yours and you made a noise you weren't proud of before grabbing the front of his t-shirt with both hands.
He pulled back an inch, forehead pressed to yours.
"This is a bad idea," he murmured.
"Yeah."
"…okay," he said. "Tell me to stop and I'll stop."
"Don't you dare."
He kissed you harder before standing up out of his chair, pulling you up with him and walking you backward until your hips hit the desk.
Keyboard skittered and papers fluttered but didn't seem to care as both of his big hands settled at your waist and he kissed you the way you'd been wanting him to kiss you for three weeks, bending down to do it and you had to tilt your chin up, something hot coiling low in your stomach.
Once he pulled back, panting hard against your mouth, you could see how red he had gotten.
"Door," he said.
"What?"
"The door. Lock it."
Stumbling past him you almost tripped on your own chair to get to the door and lock it and pulling the little blind down over the window for good measure until you turned around he was right there and he caught you by the back of the neck to walk you backward to the desk and lifting you up onto it.
He swallowed every noise you poured in his mouth.
"Quiet," he said into the kiss. "There's people."
"I— yeah. Yeah, sorry."
"You’re cute." His hands were under your shirt, warm palm skimming up your sides and ribs to reach your nipples with his thumbs and brushing them and you bit down hard on your lower lip to keep from making noise.
When he pulled your shirt up and over your head, he tossed it quickly on the desk before leaning down and kissing every inch of skin exposed, light stubble scraping faintly every place his mouth went.
He bit, gently, at the soft place just under your ribcage and you arched against him, grabbing his soft dirty-blonde hair, fisting them in your hand and he made a low, hot sound against your skin that went straight to your cock.
"Ethan~”
"Mm."
"Ethan, please—"
"What do you want, hm?" He'd straightened up, mouth at your ear while his hand had slid down between your bodies and was working open the button of your slacks. "Tell me. Use your words."
"I want you."
"Yeah? How long?"
"Since the first fucking time I saw you."
He laughed, sounding deeply pleased. "Good. That's good."
He had you out of your slacks on the same desk you spent every day at and he was standing between your knees in his stupid heather-grey t-shirt and sweatpants that weren't hiding anything, a big and hard tent against your thigh.
"You got anything?"
"What?" You blanked before remembering, in the drawer, you kept a thing of lube there because you'd been using it on yourself in the bathroom most days at lunch because this current thing you were imposed to do was boring.
"Of course you have lube in your work desk," he said.
"Don't judge me."
"I'm not. I'm thanking you."
He slicked his fingers and you spread your legs wider on the desk, cool of the laminate against the back of your thighs.
His fingers found your rim and rubbed slowly in little circles until you were squirming and biting your lip again, until you made a noise of pure frustration through your nose.
"Ethan."
"Patience."
"I'm gonna die." He laughed softly and pushed one big and long finger in.
You'd done this to yourself thinking he might be tentative and hesitant given how he kissed.
Nope, he was sure of everything as he pushed in to the second knuckle and curled causing your head to fall back and he caught the back of your neck with his hand to offer support.
"Easy," he murmured. "Easy, I got you." He worked you open with patience.
One finger, two and by the time he had all three you were panting, hips rolling against his hand, your cock leaking against your stomach.
He kept watching your face and making little soft sounds when you tightened around his digits.
"God, you’re so good for me." He grunts now, voice wrecked, the Texan lilt he mostly flattened out years ago creeping back.
"Ethan, please!”
"You sure?"
"Yes, oh my god, yes—"
"Quiet, baby." He pulled his fingers out and shoved both his sweatpants and briefs down enough to let his cock sprang free and you got a good look at it.
Yeah, okay. You'd been right to flirt with this man while looking at the thick length with the head of it heavy and shiny.
He slicked himself and stepped between your knees, hooking one arm under your right knee and lifting to open you and line himself up with his other hand.
"Tell me if it's too much." He said before pushing in.
It was so much to the point you couldn't breathe from how he was stretching you and he kept going to the point you were grabbing his t-shirt with both hands and biting your lip to keep from making noise.
His forehead was pressed to yours and he was breathing through his teeth.
"Fuck," he hissed. "Fuck, you're tight, baby,"
"Ethan—"
"I know. Almost there." He bottomed out and you felt his hips against the soft flesh of your ass along with the heat of him deep in your gut. Your eyes were watering a little, from the sensation of being so full.
You could feel him trembling the tiniest amount from holding still.
"You okay?" he whispered.
"Yeah."
"Need a second?"
"…yeah. One second."
He kissed your lips while you adjusted around him.
A sweet gesture given the fact he was balls-deep in you on a government desk.
He kissed your top lip, then your bottom lip, sliding to the corner of your mouth while one of his big hands stroked your hair back from your forehead.
It made you absolutely melt.
"Okay," you whispered. "Okay. Move."
He moved slowly at first, long drag of him out, then back in and the slide of it was almost too slow to bear, gasping.
"Quiet, baby."
"I'm trying!” You hissed at him through clenched teeth before he set a slow and deep rhythm.
He'd pull almost all the way out before pushing back in until his hips were flush against you again and letting you feel the thick stretch every time while he’d murmur something low and soothing against your mouth.
The desk creaked quietly while, somewhere in the periphery, a notification of probably the connection finally timing out came from the computer and he huffed once against your throat.
"Sorry about your file," he murmured.
"I really don't care right now."
"Mm." A grin against your skin. "Good."
Every thrust was hitting your prostate and made your spine try to leave your body. You bit down and whined on the heel of his palm when he put it over your mouth and he hissed, but it wasn't a complaint.
"Harder." Something stupid that you muttered when letting go of his hand and tilting your face away to whisper said thing.
He paused, mid-thrust. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Please."
Something in his eyes like a leash he'd been holding carefully went slack.
"Okay," he said quietly.
He hooked your other knee up over his arm, lifting and opening you wider, almost folding you in half as he braced his hand flat on the desk by your head the large fingers of his palm spread wide as he started fucking you in earnest.
God. You couldn't make a sound even if you'd tried, breath getting punched out of you with every thrust.
The desk was creaking constantly now and you couldn't care of anything beside holding on to his shirt and stare up at him.
He was looking down at you, jaw clenched and eyes almost completely dark as his hand came down to your cock previously bouncing against your abdomens painfully hard and now he wrapped that big warm hand around it and stroked in time with his thrusts as your whole body locked up.
"Ethan! I'm gonna—"
"Yeah. Come for me… please."
You bit your lip as you came so hard your vision went white at the edges, painted his hand and your abdomen as a moan broke out of you helplessly before he clamped his hand over your mouth and fucked you through it.
He didn't stop like you thought he might, kept going while you were still pulsing around him, oversensitive and trembling as he was getting close.
"Ethan—"
"Almost…"
"Inside."
"What?"
"Inside, please, inside." And he made a low broken thing he didn't manage to muffle before he was burying his face in your neck and thrusting, hard and deep as you felt the heat of him growing in volume, pulse of it deep in your gut while his teeth were on your shoulder, breathing your name constantly.
Your fingers were in his hair while his hips stuttered to a stop and he sagged against you, panting.
The computer went a loud ‘bing!’ again, plaintively.
"…your file definitely didn't upload," he said into your shoulder.
"I really, really don't care." You laughed and it came out as a wheeze.
He huffed a laugh and kissed your shoulder where he'd bitten, half-collapsed against you, his weight warm and yet he was being careful before he eventually pulled back, flushed all the way down his neck.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi."
"…you want to come back to my quarters?"
"To do this again?"
"Eventually." A small, self-conscious smile. "Mostly because I'd like to take you on a date now. Retroactively. I feel weird about how this went."
He had just fucked you on a desk and now he was being flustered about not having taken you to dinner first.
Couldn't help the laugh that came after and he joined too, kissing your forehead and helping you off the desk as he found your shirt and handed it over.
"Walk me through what counts as a date in your book, Mr. Winters."
"Ethan."
"Ethan."
"…the commissary's still open till midnight."
He was smiling in a way you suspected he hadn't smiled in a long time.
"…can I hold your hand?"
You took his hand and he laced his fingers through yours without letting go ad you closed the door where the malfunctioning computer was still going bing! in the empty annex behind you closed the door on it.
It had become a pattern that went like this: you stayed late in the records annex and he would happen to wander by. The lights turned low because the overhead fluorescents were giving you a headache and those blinds got drawn due to sunlight being ‘in your eyes’ (it was night).
Tonight was a Tuesday and the base had emptied out hours ago. You'd parked yourself at your desk with a mug of coffee gone cold and a stack of intake forms you had every intention of filing eventually because Ethan had shown up in a golden hooded zip-up jacket, layered over a dark sweater and paired with rugged blue jeans button-down and that had been the end of any productivity in your immediate future.
Currently sitting in his lap while he was on your own chair with his rather muscular legs splayed out and his big hands settling at your waist, head tipped back so you could kiss him properly with both your arms looped around his broad shoulders and your knees on either side of his hips on the seat.
His mouth was warm as he kissed you enjoyably slow, which was funny because the man had survived two separate hells and you'd think he'd have learned to do everything fast.
Tongue brushing the seam of your lips as you opened for him and he licked into your mouth as you made a quiet noise against him and pulled at his hair.
"Mm," he hummed against your mouth, vibration more than sound.
You could taste the coffee on him since he'd brought you both fresh ones when he came in, his black he always took and never sweetened even though you'd seen him grimace at the first sip every time.
His tongue stroked yours lazily, sucking gently on your bottom lip when he pulled back and your whole spine went liquid.
He was totally here helping with your computer like you’ve agreed on as he kissed the corner of your mouth, trailing down your jaw where he knew you were ticklish and you squirmed against him, feeling that he was hard underneath against the inside of your thigh, warm thick weight of him through his jeans and you'd been ignoring it because you were enjoying the kissing too much and didn't want to break the rhythm.
So much to the point you haven’t noticed his hands at your waist had gone almost possessive as he parted your lips more to let his tongue go further in your mouth.
The thumbs of his palms were rubbing little circles into your hip bones.
"Ethan."
"Mm."
"The computer's broken again."
"Is it?"
"It's making this throbbing sound from the under-desk area."
"Mm. Yeah." Deadpan. "Real concerning. I'd better look into that."
"You should, I'm worried about it."
"I bet you are."
He kissed you again and one of his hands slid down off your waist to your ass, squeezing, making you gasp into his mouth and rolling your hips down without meaning to.
"Hey," he murmured. "Hey."
"What?"
"Lube?"
"Yeah."
"Where?"
"Drawer."
"…same drawer as before?"
"Same one."
"You restocked."
"I'm a professional."
He laughed again and buried his face in your neck, warmth of his breath fanning your skin along the scrape of his stubble and the firm press of his hands on you.
Completely in love with this man.
"Okay," you said. "Okay, hold on, I gotta grab that stuff."
"Stuff."
"Yeah."
Climbing off his lap your legs were wobbly as you crossed to the filing cabinet by the door, where you'd taken to keeping a small zipper pouch in the back of the third drawer, behind a stack of triplicate forms that no one had ever looked at and never would.
Yanking it out, inside there was a fresh bottle of lube silicone-water hybrid along a small remote-controlled thing you'd been wanting to try with him for weeks and hadn't worked up the nerve to bring out yet.
The handle of the door turned, which you had not yet locked because Ethan had walked in five minutes ago and you'd jumped him before getting to the lock.
Whipping the pouch behind your back and jamming it against the small of your back so hard you were probably going to bruise, your face went the temperature of the sun.
Across the room, Ethan, who had been mid-rise out of his chair to come help you root through the drawer, sat back down fast and slammed himself against the desk so that his hips disappeared under the lip of it, hands going flat to the surface in a posture of casual professional industry.
Your father walked in.
"Hey, kid. Saw the light on."
He paused and he looked at you, then Ethan.
You made the most innocent face you had ever made in your life, feeling the muscles of your face strain with the effort.
"Dad."
"…what're you still doing here?"
"Computer. It's been giving me hell. Won't push the AAR backlog. Etha— Mr. Winters was just helping me with it."
Across the room, Ethan's face moved when he heard something concerning just like his eyebrows that did a little thing, eyes flicking to your father than to you and the little furrow deepened.
The wires connected, synapses firing, file cabinet after file cabinet of memory getting yanked open and re-sorted.
BOYFRIEND'S — SLEEPING-PARTNER-WHOSE-RELATIONSHIP-STATUS-WE-HAVEN'T-DEFINED'S — DAD IS CHRIS REDFIELD.
His face went, briefly, the color of skim milk before it went a more diplomatic color due to your dad looking at him.
"Yeah, just running some diagnostics. The Falcon-3 backend is a mess, Chris. They really need to swap out these machines."
"Mm." Your dad scratched his beard before looking between the two of you again. You held your breath.
"Winters."
"Chris?"
"Don't know how the hell you did it, but you got him interested in this stuff." A grunt, almost a laugh. "Couldn't get him to look at a computer screen for more than five seconds, now he's pulling all-nighters with you."
"He's a quick learner," Ethan said. His voice did a thing at the end.
You bit the inside of your cheek so hard you tasted iron, looking at the mountain of a man with your most earnest look.
"Yeah," you said. "He's been really patient with me."
Ethan made a very small noise that might have been the one of a soul leaving a body.
Your dad huffed. "All right. Don't keep him here too late Ethan. He's got the morning brief at oh-eight-hundred."
"Sure Chris."
Your dad was looking at him, hand on the doorframe while giving Ethan a look you had only ever seen him give to subordinates who had failed their missions.
"Get some sleep tonight."
"…yes, Chris."
The door closed behind him and the silence that followed had lots of weight while you stood frozen in your earnest little pose and across the room Ethan sat at the desk with his hands flat against the laminate, entire upper body very still.
You waited until you heard the outer door of the records wing slam before exhaling.
"Wow," you said and climbed back into his lap, hands coning back up to your waist on autopilot, kissing his forehead.
"You still in the mood?" you said. "Or did my dad scare your dick down?"
His eyes refocused slowly.
"You could have told me," he said, "that your dad is Chris Redfield."
"I figured you'd notice eventually." You grinned without helping it since the look he gave you was the funniest thing in the world. "You never asked."
"You think I wouldn't have wanted to know that information before—"
"Before what?"
"Before anything! Your dad punched a boulder."
"I know. You're cute when you panic."
"He's going to drag me out into the training yard and shoot me himself." He said deadpan.
"Probably." You started kissing his cheekbone, the bridge of his nose while he made a noise of protest in his throat that was not, you noticed, accompanied by any actual physical attempt to stop you. "Or he might just put you on a really bad rotation for a year."
"Don't kiss me."
"Why?"
"Because I'm trying to have a crisis and you're being adorable—"
You kissed his mouth and he shut up as you felt his hands settle back on your waist, defeated.
"He doesn't have to find out right away." Pulling away barely to whisper those words. "Might as well enjoy your last days alive, no?"
You said it light with a grin in your voice and, to demonstrate the sentiment, you rolled your hips down slowly against the lap you were sitting on, finding that, interestingly, Ethan was still hard.
A little muffled, valiantly attempting to recover from the shock, but very much there, thick line of him pressed against the seam of his jeans and when you ground down on him slowly his breath hitched and his hands tightened on your hips.
"That's not fair," he said quietly. "You're going to be the death of me… literally."
"Yeah, yeah. Famous last words. C'mon, old man, focus."
"Old man—"
You laughed as he scowled before grabbing your jaw with his big warm hand and tilting it up to kiss you.
Laughing into it, his teeth caught your bottom lip and your laugh turned into something quieter.
"There we go," you murmured when he let your mouth go.
"Brat."
"DILF."
He flipped you over off his lap and onto the desk in one motion and your back hit the laminate with a thud that knocked the air out of your lungs and he was on his feet between your knees, chair rolling away behind him and bumping the wall.
"Lock the door."
"I locked it the second your dad walked out."
"…you did?" He cracked a grin too before he was leaning down over you with both arms braced on the desk where you were and his weight settled between your spread knees.
"Your dad said to not keep you up too late." He murmured against your mouth. "He thinks you're working."
He had a hand at the hem of your shirt, sliding it up your stomach while the vowels had gone slow and rough. "When really, you're just up here being a slut for me. Aren't you?”
He grinned against your jaw despite sounding a little uncertain at the edges, like someone trying out a new language with a decent accent but still hunting for vocabulary.
He was trying, though, because he'd figured out that you liked it and provided it.
"Yeah," he said, kissing under your jaw. "Yeah. Captain wants his—" He paused, mouth at your throat. He had clearly just remembered, in the middle of this, who the Captain was.
"…you know what, on second thought—"
"No, no, no, keep going.”
He laughed helplessly against your throat as you felt the warm puff of his breath and the scrape of his stubble before he was biting gently and pulling your shirt up over your head.
"Pouch," you said.
"What?"
"Pouch on the desk."
He found and unzipped it.
"…what is this."
"It's a thing for, you know… plug it in. I was gonna bring it up."
"Okay. Okay. Maybe… maybe later. For now—" He set it aside on the desk and took out the lube. His ears, you noticed, were pink. They went pink whenever he was a little flustered, a little out of his depth, and it was the most unfair thing in the world that a man who'd survived two bioterror events still went pink in the ears at the mention of a sex toy.
He kissed you and worked your slacks and your boxers off in two motions, smooth, practiced now, broad warm hand wrapping around the base of his cock and pulling him free of his briefs right before grabbing for the lube.
"Easy," he murmured. "We've got time."
"Do we?"
"…yeah. Yeah, we've got time."
"My dad—"
"Your dad is the worst topic of conversation right now, can we please…"
You laughed and he poured lube into his palm, warming it between his fingers ever since you'd told him once, weeks ago, that it had been cold and he'd never make the mistake again.
The thoughtfulness of it broke your heart a little.
His finger pressed at your hole before into the first knuckle, out and back into the second.
"Good?"
"Yes."
"More?"
"Please." He added a second finger and scissored them to work you open as you arched on the desk and bit your lip while trying to be quiet.
There was a wall between this room and the corridor and that wall was not, fundamentally, sound-proof.
"Quiet, baby." A third finger found its place inside your tight walls, a place he'd mapped out methodically over a month of practice as he stroked it once and your hips jumped clean off the desk.
You bit your fist and tasted blood as he kept working until you were boneless and panting and almost crying with how badly you wanted him to fuck you already.
Right away he pulled his fingers out and you whined at the loss but he hushed you again while lining himself up.
"Want it?"
"Yes."
"Beg."
"…what?"
"Beg, baby. C'mon."
"Ethan, please."
"Yeah?"
"Please fuck me. Please. Please, please—"
"Good boy."
He pushed in and you couldn't have made noise if you'd wanted to, breath punched out of you in a voiceless rush while he pushed in slow, long thick stretch of him sliding in and splitting you open in the way you'd come to crave.
Once he bottomed out, hips flush against yours, you could feel him so deep to the point he reached your gut. He was breathing through his teeth, gripping the edge of the desk with his reattached hand, another warm hand on your hip stroking little soothing strokes with his thumb.
"Okay?"
"Yeah, move." He did, the first few thrusts were long and deep, dragging him out almost all the way before he pushed back into the hilt and your eyes rolled back, hands scrabbling for purchase on the desk as you tried to remember to breathe.
He bent down over to kiss while fucking you, cupping your jaw with his big warm hand and licking into your mouth while rolling his hips into you with that same patient deep rhythm.
"You're so good for me," he whispered. "Chris'd be so proud, hm? His son is working so hard."
He clamped his hand over your mouth while he kept going and you were going out of your mind as he twisted his hips. He hit that spot. Your back arched.
"Really you're just up here taking it so good and letting me fuck you on your own desk."
Sobbing into his hand, muffled against his palm until took his hand off your mouth, brushed his thumb across your bottom lip and you sucked it into your mouth without thinking.
His hips stuttered in their rhythm at witnessing that right before speeding up due to his self-control being a thin and beautiful thing, desk creaking and keyboard rattling the second he started fucking you in earnest.
You bit your lip and you whined into your own throat as you held onto the front of his jacket with both fists.
"Yeah," he was breathing. "Fuck, you're so tight."
There was a strand of damp blond hair stuck to his forehead and he looked beautiful having the best night of his life.
Fat head of his dick began hammering your prostate and your eyes were watering.
"Hands off.” The hand with all fingers still attached and previously on your hip wrapped around the one you had on your own cock and it got slammed upward where your head was. “Don't touch yourself. Come just from this. Show me."
He kept going hard and deep in that same place until your whole body went tight and you came untouched, all over your abdomen and his shirt, a thin broken whine in the back of your throat that he caught with his mouth as he fucked you through and past it while mouthing repeatedly ‘yes’ against his jaw because no sound was making it out anymore.
"Where?" he panted. "Where do you want it?"
"In.”
"Yeah?"
"Inside, please, Ethan, please."
"Christ." He buried his face in your neck and came, constant pulses of him panting your insides white as he groaned against your skin and sagged against you.
His heart was pounding through his dark sweater while you ran your fingers through his damp hair.
"You okay?"
"…your dad is going to kill me."
"You just said no more dad—"
"I know. I'm sorry… give me a minute. I'm having a moment."
You laughed quietly and his shoulders shook with the laughter he rumbled out as well.
Eventually he pulled back carefully, pulling out of you as you felt the trickle that followed and he made a small possessive sound at the sight that made your spent cock twitch valiantly.
"Stay there," he murmured before grabbing the towel from the pouch and cleaning you up gently, wiping himself and tossing the towel aside.
He helped you sit up and helped you back into your clothes as you let him because you were too tired to do anything else and because you liked it.
He sat down in the chair and you pulled yourself into his lap, curled against his chest.
"…we're not telling him," he said.
"Mm."
"He's going to find out at our wedding and shoot me at the altar."
"At our wedding, huh?"
He went pink in the ears.
"…I— I didn't— I meant— it was a hypothetical.”
"It's okay. I liked the wedding part."
He buried his face in your hair and you felt him smile against your scalp.
Both of his arms tightened around you as you stayed there in his lap for a long time until the computer, abandoned on the desk, finally went ’bing’ with the failed connection notification.
"Want me to fix it?"
"…if you wanna."
He kept you tugged against his chest as the chair you were both on rolled forward until your back made contact with the desk and you heard from behind your ears quick clicking noises from the keyboard.
"I'm really glad I helped you with this junk that first night."
You smiled into his neck, debating keeping the awful device just for what it brought you.
"Me too, old man."
"Stop calling me old man."
"Make me."
He huffed a laugh and kissed you again.
All of this with your father who had no idea his only kid was being thoroughly dicked down by one of his most trusted friends.
What did you want to find when you looked under my masks?
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