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dollfacefantasy · 3 months

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would you write a threesome w leon and chris… because… like maybe leon is your (older,,, like death island) boyfriend and he introduces you to his friend chris!! and idk you three end up having a threesome (consensual)… and you’re embarrassed because. you’ve never done this before n you’re all clingy with leon (maybe daddy kink??) n he’s like comforting you as he and chris fuck you at the same time ?!?!?

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader x chris redfield

summary: your boyfriend leon wants you to get a little more comfortable with his friend chris.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, double penetration, oral (f receiving), fingering, daddy kink, size kink, age gap, dacryphilia

word count: 6.6k

a/n: thank you anon for sending this idea, it's right up my alley fr. also thank you for sending it again after i fumbled the bag the first time🤭🫶. the next threesome fic will be coming soon, i just ended up having more inspo for this one lol. hope you guys like it. reblogs and comments are super appreciated <3

tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @petitecolibri @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus @luniaxi

“I’m just saying I think you both would really like it if you gave it a try,” you say, a bright smile on your face as you walk up the path to your and Leon’s shared place. Him and his friend trail behind you with equally pleased looks, the friend in question being Chris Redfield.

“No way. I did try it, and it was boring. Slow and drawn out. Also, it’s so unrealistic,” Chris says.

“Booooo. It’s not even slow. Stuff happens in like every single episode, at least in the early seasons,” you argue in an attempt to convince the pair to watch one of your favorite shows, “I just think there’s a lot you guys would like about it if you weren’t so impatient.”

“Babe, it’s got like, what? Over five seasons? I don’t have that kind of time,” your boyfriend replies.

You playfully roll your eyes and unlock the front door, stepping inside followed by the two men you were with. “Whatever. I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go change cause this skirt is like super itchy,” you tell them.

Before you can walk away, you feel a familiar palm swat your ass. “It’s like super cute though, shows off those pretty legs,” Leon teases, his tone affectionately mocking.

You whip around to shoot him a glare, face hot with a mixture of emotions, mainly embarrassment with a pinch of arousal.

“Leon,” you whisper, giving him a look that says not in front of Chris.

He simply chuckles at your quiet protest and shakes his head with amusement, ruffling your hair and planting a kiss on your forehead before sending you off. You catch Chris’s gaze as you turn to leave. To your surprise, he isn’t rolling his eyes or visibly wishing for the two of you to get a room. He’s smiling. His expression is different from the one you were used to seeing on Leon, but it still held the same patronizing adoration that soaked your panties in seconds.

Brushing it off as your imagination, you scamper down the hall to the bedroom. You hum to yourself as you drop your skirt and kick it into the laundry. Rifling through your drawers to find something more comfortable to wear, your hands search through some different clothes before settling on a pair of loose pink shorts. After pulling the soft garment over your legs, you look in the mirror and then decide to slip your bra off too.

Sure, some people would frown on that move, but you were in your place and it’s not like Chris is a total stranger. He was one of your boyfriends closest friends. You’d hung out with him and Leon together multiple times, and from what you gathered, he was pretty cool. It’s not like the two of you were best friends yourself. Like your boyfriend, he was quite a bit older than you. But just as you bridged that gap with Leon, so far it seemed like you managed to bridge it with him too. To say the least, he didn’t strike you as the type to have an episode over your nipples peeking through your shirt.

Unbeknownst to you however, while your thoughts lingered on the men down the hall, their conversation centered around you as well. They had taken to the couch, sitting close to each side and leaving a space for you in the middle.

“She’s a cute little thing,” Chris chuckles, watching the hallway you had gone down.

“Mhm,” Leon confirms simply. He was scrolling through the tv, trying to find that show you’d been talking about.

His friend looks over at him. “You sure she’ll wanna do this?” he asks with some uncertainty in his voice, “She doesn’t seem like the kind of girl who’s had a whole lot of experience with this type of thing.”

“Trust me, she’ll be into it. I can’t even tell you how wet she gets just from talking about shit like this,” he reassures, “You just gotta let me ease her into it.”

Chris opens his mouth to respond, but he cuts himself short once he hears your footsteps approaching. You bound back into the room. Your eyes catch on the way they’re sitting, closer than you would expect. They still left room for you though, so what does it matter, right?

You hop onto the couch and tuck yourself against your boyfriend’s side, gently kissing his jaw as you get comfortable and curl up on the cushion. He smiles down at you and returns the affection. He pulls you closer, but your feet are still brushing Chris’s thigh with how close he is.

“We were thinking we could watch an episode of that show you were talking about, see if we really would like it,” Leon tells you.

“Really?” you ask, a little surprised, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s fine, baby. Chris doesn’t feel like driving home just yet, and you know if you’re happy, I’m happy,” he says.

You look over at Chris who nods. With that, Leon puts on the show. The familiar intro music plays and you watch the screen as a scene that you’d seen a million times plays out. You sink into his side, settling against his warm body. The episode plays, and you point out little things you like or remember something specific about. Both men nod and chuckle at your excited remarks.

Even though the couch and cuddling are comfy, your legs start getting a bit cramped from being curled up for an extended amount of time. You squirm around a bit, wanting to just stretch out. Chris prevented you from doing that as his bulky frame occupied the space your legs could be.

Leon smirks as he notices your restlessness. He shifts around a bit himself and leans back further into the couch. His feet rise up and land on the coffee table a few feet away, his legs stretching out in front of him. He doesn’t even have to see your face to know your eyes catch on his limbs. Their state of being outstretched only makes your need to do the same more intense. He gives Chris a quick glance.

“You uncomfortable, honey?” the larger man asks you.

Your eyes dart up to meet his. Hearing that pet name coming from anyone else but Leon left you flustered. You tried to reason that it didn’t mean anything. This was clearly another instance of you overthinking. Maybe Chris was just the type of guy who said that sort of thing? The kind that called cashiers sweetheart or darling. The kind who’d put your hand on your waist when saying excuse me. You didn’t remember him acting like this any of the other times you’d met him though. He was always polite with you, but that was about it. Maybe you just didn’t notice before?

“Um… I’m fine. Just a little cramp,” you explain.

He smiles at you, that same kind from earlier. “Well, I don't bite. You can stretch your legs out if you want to, princess,” he teases.

Princess. Ok that was definitely something. That name was reserved solely for the man whose arm was around you, and it usually came out only when he was prepping you to take his cock. You typically heard it as a coo when you were already crying out your own special name for him. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. The two just went hand in hand. Honestly, you couldn’t really hear one without the other following close behind.

That’s why you get all timid and shy so easily. You were pretty sure Leon had psychologically conditioned you or something. Just a few touches in the right place, some words whispered in your ear in the perfect hushed tone, and you were a goner. Suddenly, your brain would feel soft and malleable. Urges appear within you to sit in his lap and cuddle. You’d just wanna look up at your daddy with dazed eyes and have him stick something in your mouth.

And sure, it wasn’t like you were brainwashed or something. You still possessed self control. It wasn’t like he’d pet your head and call you his baby, and you’d instantly lose yourself over it. It was just a slow slip into this side of your personality, and being around Chris didn’t exactly deter those feelings from coming out either because just look at him. He looked like he was meant to be called daddy. Whenever Leon would tease you in front of him, it felt like you soaked your panties even quicker than normal.

You're snapped out of your analysis of this moment when you feel a large, warm hand wrap around your ankle. He pulls your leg out, and in-turn, drags you closer. A soft squeak escapes you as your body slides down Leon’s. Your back is still resting against his side, just lower. More of you is spread across the sofa, and your calves were fully in Chris’s lap.

You look up at your boyfriend to see his response to his friend’s action, but he didn’t even seem interested. He barely spared you a second glance in your new position, simply adjusting his arm to accommodate the new location of your head. He wraps it below your jaw and has you rest your chin on the bend of his elbow. His fingers start rubbing soothing, little circles on your shoulder. Meanwhile, Chris’s large palms merely rest on your legs. He gives you a smile before turning his eyes back to the tv screen. You quickly follow suit. If he wasn’t thinking this was weird, you weren’t going to make it weird by dwelling on it.

For a while, it’s fine. The three of you continue watching the show, albeit a little more quiet than before. Leon’s hand remains on your shoulder and keeps up his light touches. Your body relaxes again though as you let go of any nervousness you had. But then, Chris starts moving his hand too.

His palm smooths out over your lower leg. His other hand rubs your ankle, his fingertips coasting over the joint. One is moving in long strokes while the other stays in tight circles, but both go at a sensual pace, slow and teasing.

Your head turns to look at him again, but you find his stare is still on the characters of the tv show. You watch his hands move. They’re now essentially massaging your legs. His hand that had been lower has risen and works on the muscles, digging his warm digits into the flesh.

You squirm a little, trying to alert your boyfriend that his friend was touching you in a way that seemed more than friendly. It doesn’t work though. If he does see, he doesn’t mind because he simply leans down and plants a gentle kiss on the top of your head before reverting to his same position. You almost felt crazy for a second. This wasn’t normal, was it? Had you just lived your life not knowing that it was a regular thing for a boyfriend’s friend to give you a massage like this? Was Leon ok with it cause he was there so it couldn’t go too far? You really had no clue.

If you were being honest though, Chris’s hands didn’t feel bad. Not at all. They felt really good. They were big and warm and moved with strategy. They hit all your sweet spots. Kinda made you wanna crawl into his lap so he could rub more of your body, but that was the problem. This wasn’t right. You felt that saccharine heat creeping up your spine and seeping into your head, but you shouldn’t be feeling that for anyone else besides the man behind you.

Now guilt casts a shadow over you too, and the pair of emotions was a volatile mix. You didn’t even realize it, but your nipples had started to stiffen. Your thighs shift against each other, and had you really been paying attention, you would have seen the way Chris’s lips slightly quirked up into a smirk. Your body gets a little tense as you run through the possibilities of what you should do in this situation.

As if Leon could sense your thoughts racing, his hand lowers and starts rubbing your arm. Deciding to remain where you are for now, you press your cheek against his bicep for comfort. Not that you could see, but just like Chris, his expression grows smug. His hand readjusts again so it’s closer to your chest. Your eyes widen as he basically starts feeling you up. His hand squeezes your breast before his fingers circle your nipple, gently tweaking the hardened bud.

At the same time, the hands on your legs start moving higher. The broad strokes begin meeting your thighs too. Little bumps of anticipation erupt across your skin. You already knew your center would soon be slick.

Your head feels hot now. It made you feel a weird kind of dizzy. Even though it was only a few hands and simple touches, it was so much. Combined with the fact that it was so unusual, you started feeling overwhelmed. Your pulse pounds in your ears and your hands feel tingly. You feel a whimper rising in your throat. When he finally glides his hands up to the hem of your shorts, your legs jerk and you scoot back.

By the time Chris looks over, you’re already in Leon’s lap, arms around him, face buried against his neck. He’s worried for a second that something was seriously wrong. Profuse apologies rush to the tip of his tongue, but Leon signals him to just wait.

“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?” he coos, a hand sliding beneath your shirt to rub your back. Of course, he knew the answer already. He knew exactly how you got with this kind of stuff which is why he knew exactly how to handle it.

You end up simply shaking your head, unable to articulate the exact reason for your distress. Because really, nothing was wrong. Everything felt right. But it shouldn’t feel right? Maybe that’s what was wrong. That’s too much for your mouth to get out while you feel like this though.

“Aw, is my pretty girl feeling shy?” he whispers and strokes your hair.

You nod, pulling back a little to reveal your face and look up at the familiar set of eyes you found so much comfort in. He gives you a small kiss of reassurance before continuing to coax you with his low and soothing tone.

“Oh sweetheart, why are you shy? You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about,” he says.

“Because…” you start softly, nervously glancing at Chris only to see him watching the entire exchange. You force your attention back to your boyfriend. “Because Chris is here.”

His chest rumbles with a low laugh. “Oh, princess. That’s not a reason. Didn’t you like how Chris was touching you? Wasn’t he making you feel good?”

“I guess…” you admit.

“See? You don’t have to be embarrassed around daddy’s friend. He only wants to play with you because you’re so cute,” he teases and lands a barrage of kisses on your cheek.

You were going to freak out about him using the d word in front of someone else, but looking over at Chris, he didn’t look at all shocked. His eyes were soft and comforting as they watched you, but you were still a little uncertain. You turn your face back into Leon. He keeps rubbing your back and holds you a little closer on his lap.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, baby. I just think you’d have a lot of fun,” Leon says softly, “You know how wet that pretty pussy gets thinking about someone else watching you with daddy, joining in because he just can’t resist a good girl like you.”

He was right. He knew your fantasies like the exact situation playing out in your living room right now. But it was scarier when it was real. You didn’t have the control anymore. That's what made it exciting too though.

“It’s just Chris, honey,” he continues reassuring you, “He’d never hurt you. He thinks you're as precious as I do. But even still, daddy’s gonna be here the whole time. You know I’d never let anything hurt my girl.”

You soften up more, relaxing under Leon’s touch and tender words. As you’re thinking it over, leaning towards going through with this, Chris scoots closer to the two of you on the couch. He tentatively places his hand on your leg and caresses your skin.

“It’s up to you, babydoll,” he says, “I only wanna help your daddy make you feel good.”

Oh god. He was a natural at this, talked down to you just the way you liked.

“See, princess? There’s nothing to be afraid of,” Leon says. He strokes some of your hair back and watches as you look at the other man, deciding whether to let him in or not. He chuckles in your ear. “He’s acting cool, but you don’t know how bad he’s been wanting a turn with you. I’m sure you’ve seen him staring. Sometimes I think he’s practically drooling watching you. You know he goes home and strokes his dick raw, wishing it was your pretty little hands instead.”

It’s obvious there’s some truth to Leon’s statement from the way Chris remains silent. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you mull it over. Why was it so bad? You wanted it and they both wanted it. Why should you stop yourself?

You look up at your boyfriend and nod, silently communicating that you wanted this. He smiles and shifts you in his lap so that you’re in a more accessible position. One hand rubs your inner thighs while his other arm stays wrapped around your body to hold you close.

Upon seeing your confirmation, Chris comes even closer. As he gets situated, Leon leans in and connects his lips with yours in a few soft kisses. Your noses brush and breathing deepens. He strokes your cheek before pulling away and looking in your eyes.

“Why don’t you try that with Chris, baby? Give him some of those kisses he’s been dreaming about,” he breathes.

Your focus shifts to the man sitting to your boyfriend’s right. Eyes casting down, you bring your head forward, and Chris closes the gap. Your breath hitches when you feel the unfamiliar lips meet your own. They’re noticeably different from the pair you were used to, but it wasn’t a bad different.

You move your lips with his, shuddering a little when you feel him grunt. He struggles not to take more than what you give. Leon watches on with a grin, stroking your hair and making sure it was out of your face. Your hand maintains an iron grip on him the entire time.

“Such a good girl,” he purrs in your ear.

All three of you had long stopped paying attention to the tv, so Leon shuts it off. He then leans in to suck little love bites onto your throat. You whine into your kisses with his friend. The sound causes you to open your mouth, allowing Chris to slip his tongue in to meet yours. You moan and reciprocate the advance. His smiles against your lips as his hand glides up and gropes at one of your breasts, drawing another whimper from you.

Several hickeys later, Leon removes his mouth from your neck to admire his work. His fingers drag over the wet, darkened skin. He licks one more stripe over the area before leaning back and pulling you with him. You’re slightly out of breath, eyes dilated, and lips a bit puffy.

“Aw, look at that face,” Leon teases, talking more to Chris than you, “She loves her kisses. Sometimes I think she likes it more than the actual fucking.”

“I could tell. All those sweet sounds she was making,” Chris chuckles. His chest rises and falls in a pattern similar to yours.

“Oh yeah, so sensitive, my baby,” Leon coos, “You wanna go sit in Chris’s lap and give him some more kisses?”

You shake your head and tighten your grip on his hand. They both smile at your timid display.

“My mistake. You just gotta give her some time to adjust. She’s not used to anyone but daddy. Isn’t that right?” Leon jokes.

You nod and snake your arms around him, hiding your face against his chest again. He couldn’t get enough of how clingy you became when you felt like this.

“No, no. No more being shy. C’mon, his lips still have your spit on ‘em. There’s no reason for you to hide,” he teases you and guides your head back up to see your eyes, “You still wanna do this, don’t you?”

You nod again, looking up at him with those loving eyes.

“That’s what I thought, so how about this?” he starts. He gets your arms to unlock from their position around him and tucks his fingers beneath the hem of your shirt. “How about we show daddy’s friend more of this precious body, yeah?”

You lift your arms and allow him to tug the fabric up and over your head. Your breasts spring free, but his hands are immediately there to cup them, knead the flesh, and tease your nipples. From his place next to the two of you, Chris’s eyes drop to the swell of your chest.

“You’re even prettier than Leon told me, baby,” he coos before leaning in, giving you one more kiss and then trailing his lips down the side of your throat. They glide over the warm skin and across the expanse of your chest.

Your boyfriend’s hands drop from your breasts, letting Chris’s take their place. You shift and lean back so your back is pressed to Leon’s chest, giving the other man more access. He fondles them before latching his mouth onto a nipple, his tongue swirling around the little peak. A little sigh escapes your lips to the pleasure of both men.

“I think she likes that, Chris,” Leon croons, his hands rubbing up and down your sides.

Chris sucks on the pebbled nub a bit more before alternating to the other one. He spends less time over there before just kissing all over your chest.

“Got such pretty tits,” he grunts, laving a tongue across your skin.

Your face heats up at the compliment, and of course, Leon knew without even having to look. He could tell by the slight way you squirmed your hips on his lap.

“Aw, princess. You like when daddy’s friend calls you pretty?” he coos. Once he sees your little nod, he continues. “How about you let him pull down your shorts and see how cute your cunt is next.”

You agree to this with no hesitation, trying to elevate your hips so he could remove your clothing. Chris smirks at your overt desire. In a quick move, he scoots back and pulls by your hips so that you’re laying across the couch again. Your head is on Leon’s thigh so you can look up at him while your fingers remain tightly interlaced with his.

The larger man peels your shorts off and then your panties. He gazes upon your dripping cunt. His thumb drags up and down through your slick in an exploratory touch.

“Oh, honey,” he breathes, circling your clit. His hand moves down again before he slides two fingers into your hole. “You’re gonna take our cocks so well. Pussy this pretty is made for that.”

You suck in a gasp that turns into a long whine as his digits fill you up. His fingers were nice and thick, filling you up just right. Your eyes flutter, and your head presses against Leon’s thigh. Chris starts pumping them in and out, stroking your inner walls.

“That’s right, baby,” Leon reassures you, “He’s gonna open you up, and you’re gonna feel so good.”

A breathy whimper falls from your lips. Your hips rock a little, but Chris allows it, enjoying your enthusiasm as you become more comfortable. You feel his fingers curling within you in motions that drive you wild and have your hands grabbing at the edges of the couch cushion beneath you.

“There you go, sweet baby. Am I doing it right?” Chris asks teasingly. With your frantic nod, he works a third finger into you. Your eyes roll back and you choke out a moan.

Leon smiles down at you and strokes your hair. His bulge grows harder, watching you get so wound up for his friend.

“Make sure you rub her pretty little clit, Chris. She loves that,” he says, “Might be a little sore since she likes to play with it so much.”

Chris grins at that, taking his turn to tease you now. “Is that right? You like playing dirty, princess? I bet you can’t help it. Cute girls like you get needy so easy. Can’t think without making yourself cum every few hours, yeah?”

“Mhm,” you whimper and nod.

“I’ll be gentle then. Think your sweet spot just needs some special kisses,” he coos.

He bends down so his mouth can be level with your cunt, a bit of a challenge with his size, but he manages. His lips meet your clit and give you some soft kisses. A little flick of the tongue and the light movement of his flesh against your sensitive bundle of nerves has your walls fluttering around him, little mewls escaping your lips.

Then, with a harsh suck to your clit, he works a fourth finger inside you. Your legs kick a little, but he simply slides them to rest on his shoulders. Every little twitch next to his head has more of his blood rushing south. Your hips buck too as you adjust to the minor stretch.

“You’re daddy’s perfect girl, you know that right? Girl of my fuckin’ dreams. Doing so good for me right now,” your boyfriend says from above you. His eyes watch on fondly as Chris slides basically his entire hand in and out of you. “Think you can cum for Chris, baby? Gush all over his fingers so it’s nice and easy for him and daddy to fill you up?”

You nod quickly.

Chris sucks harder on your clit and flicks his tongue against you with more fervor. His hand finds a rhythm that you seemed to like, had you twitching more than before. He could hear your voice rising to a higher pitch.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Make your daddy proud,” he murmurs against your folds.

You really don’t know what it was, but that phrase does you in. You turn your face against Leon’s hip, dig your fingers into his palm, and erupt into a frenzy of whining and bucking your hips.

Chris continues his efforts, relishing the sensation of your slick coating his fingers and palm. His lips gradually loosen on your swollen bud. He gives it a few more licks before sitting up and gazing down at your blissed out body.

They both give you a second to rest before Leon sits you up on the couch. He gives you a quick kiss and looks into your eyes, hazy from release.

“Think you’re ready for daddy and Chris to fuck you?” he coos and rubs your cheek.

“Mhm,” you hum, returning his loving stare.

“Of course you are. My sweet girl,” he says.

The two men don’t waste time undressing themselves. Clothing piles up on the ground as they match your nudity. Both of them stand as they undo their belts and drop their pants. You’d seen Leon’s dick a hundred times by now. You watch him pull it out and give it a few strokes. The tip flushes bright red like always, a couple familiar veins span up the side. You turn your attention to Chris, looking upon a sight you hadn’t seen before.

You’re snapped out of your post-orgasm stupor when you catch a glimpse of the appendage hanging between Chris’s legs. Just like every other part of him, it’s noticeably thick. The length was good too, sure, but it wasn’t the main attraction. His cock didn’t get as red as Leon’s, but it still had the veins. He even had a few beads of white, sticky precum leaking from the head.

“Oh, you like what you see, baby?” Leon teases when he notices your wonder, “I’m sure Chris would be happy to let you suck on it next time.”

“Daddy, it’s not gonna fit,” you say, looking up at him and ignoring the tempting idea of giving Chris a blowjob.

He smiles down at you, simultaneously condescending and affectionate. “Of course it will. C’mere, princess,” he says.

In no time at all, Leon’s back on the couch, guiding you on top of him. You crawl to meet the place he’s directing you. Lowering yourself against him, your front rests against his and your head lies near the crook of his neck. The warmth of his body comforts you but not enough to push out your concerns completely.

“You don’t have to worry, sweetheart. I’m gonna get you nice and comfy on daddy’s cock, and then Chris will just slide right in,” he reassures you, “You’re gonna feel so good. You just let me take care of everything.”

His arm had already slithered beneath your hip to line up his shaft with your entrance. He runs the tip through your soaked folds then pushes in. A whiny moan escapes you, and your arms wrap tighter around him. The feeling wasn’t a new one, but it still felt so good. He works himself in and out slowly, hips rocking off the couch in small thrusts.

“That’s my girl, taking it just like you’re meant to. I’ve got you trained so well,” he murmurs against your hair.

The entire time, you feel Chris’s eyes on you. His pupils fixated on the sight of Leon pumping in and out of your gushing cunt. You hear him spit down onto his hand and know he’s started to stroke himself in anticipation. Other than that, he stays quiet, locked onto you sucking up every inch of your boyfriend's cock.

Leon continues gliding in and out. You feel the muscles in his chest and neck straining with the pleasure your pulsing walls give him.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Chris did a good job with you,” he groans. His breaths become ragged as he staves off true euphoria. This couldn’t end too quickly. “You know, babydoll, I don’t think you said thank you to Chris for making you feel so good. That’s not very nice.”

You whimper as your brain registers the implication of his words. At the moment, you were more focused on rolling your hips with Leon’s, but you force some words out of your mouth cause you’re a good girl after all.

“Sorry daddy,” you say, cut off by a whine as he pokes a sensitive spot, “T-thank you, Chris.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he responds. You can hear the satisfaction in his voice, but you don’t have the chance to linger on it since you feel his broad palm land on the small of your back. His fingers rub the skin gently, as if to keep you calm while he positions himself on his knees behind you. You whine again and cling harder to Leon.

“You can say thank you better than that, baby,” he teases, trying to keep any fear away from you. He presses a kiss to your temple as well and rubs your back, “What are you thanking him for?”

“Thank you for making me cum, Chris. Your fingers and kisses felt so good,” you whimper, adding on the last bit before Leon could correct you further.

“Oh, you’re welcome,” he repeats with excessive adoration, “You deserve it for being such a good girl. Besides, that pussy was so fucking sweet, makes me want another taste.”

You squeeze around Leon and bite your lip as your lower belly erupts with butterflies. And then you feel it. You feel the hot tip of Chris’s heavy cock nudging at your entrance above Leon’s. You tense and dig your fingers into the flesh of his back.

“Just relax, baby. You’re gonna be just fine. Daddy’s right here,” he coos and holds you tighter against his chest.

“You ready?” Chris asks softly.

You squeeze your eyes shut but nod, waiting to feel the stretch.

And it comes right away. You gasp as another cock enters you. Whining, your hands scramble to grab at something. Leon takes one and squeezes it lovingly, pausing his thrusts. You bury your face against his skin, your chest erratically puffing as you try to accommodate the sizes. Both men are groaning, eyes fluttering or rolled back, muscles flexing as they take in the tight, wet heat engulfing them.

“Doing so good, pretty girl, so good,” Leon mutters.

You can’t fathom any kind of response. The burning sensation of both of them was still so intense and from what you could tell, Chris wasn’t even all the way in yet. He was still pushing forward as far as he could. At a certain point, you can’t fight off the tears pricking at your waterline. Your free hand clamps over your mouth as a choked cry tumbles out.

“So fucking tight, I could cum right now,” Chris grunts.

Leon’s hand covers your right hip, tracing tiny soothing circles over your skin. Chris occupies your left, digging his fingers into the flesh. The subtle difference between the two sides drives you further into the throes of ecstasy.

When Chris manages to bully his cock nearly all the way inside you, as deep as it could go at least, Leon feels your hot tears sliding off your cheeks and pooling on his chest.

“Oh, poor baby,” he croons. He lets go of your hand for a second to swipe a few drops away, but then he takes it back. “You ok, honey? Too much for you?”

You weakly shake your head that it wasn’t too much, sniffling between whimpers. They’ve both stopped now to let you get used to the entirety of them. The site of your connection pulses with need on all three accounts. You feel Chris gripping you a little harder in an effort to keep his composure.

“My tough girl, so brave for daddy. Makin’ me so proud,” he whispers and kisses your hairline.

“So fuckin’ pretty too. You look gorgeous all filled up like this,” Chris moans from behind you.

His gaze remains on his and Leon’s cocks splitting you open. He starts rocking his hips a bit, groaning at the combined feeling of your slick walls with Leon’s length rubbing against his. Leon starts moving again too.

You let out a sound that’s between a yelp and a moan. Both of Leon’s arms snake around you to keep you engulfed in his embrace. He’s more vocal than usual, the mix of stimulation getting to him as well.

“That’s right. You keep crying for your daddy. Let me hear how much you need me. Just cry it out like the good little girl you are,” he mumbles against you.

Once you’ve become comfortable with the stretch, it starts feeling better than you’d imagined. In tandem, they’re stroking every part of you. They slide in and out, back and forth, pulling soft whines from you. The only noise apart from the three of you grunting and moaning, is the obscene noises that come from them pumping into your wet pussy. You feel your ability for coherent thoughts slipping away. You just wanted to be full of your daddy and his friend.

Chris smacks your ass while picking up his pace a bit. “Now she’s getting into it,” he says.

You get a little louder to both their enjoyment. Grabbing at Leon a little more, you shudder while hearing moans bubble up from his chest and out of his mouth.

“That’s cause you’re such a good girl. Right baby?” he asks, his voice breathier, “So good at whining for your daddy’s cock.”

You nod without a second thought. You’re panting a bit as the thrusts start hitting just right. Your expressions and the tightening of your cunt give you away. You hear both of them groaning and getting a little more primal with their movements.

“You feel that, Chris? She’s getting closer. Can always tell by the way her pussy starts trying to keep me in. So desperate for some cum,” Leon says.

“Yeah. I can feel her cute little cunt begging for it,” Chris growls.

They’re both going harder, making your mind get all fuzzy and causing more tears to fall, although by this time they’re purely tears of pleasure. Your cries are whiny and needy.

“My baby, my baby,” Leon grunts while lacing his fingers in your hair, “I want you to cum for me, ok? Wanna feel you cumming all over our cocks. Show Chris how good you make me feel every single night when you start clamping down on me.”

You don’t finish right then. It takes a handful more thrusts from each of them to hit the right buttons and work you over that edge, dropping you into a pool of euphoria. The bliss washes over you, and as Leon described, your pussy squeezes around them in waves. They’re both moaning now, grabbing you harder, sighing and gasping. You twitch on top of Leon, and he holds you close and helps you through it.

“Look at that sweet face. Always so pretty when you let go,” he mumbles just for you to hear, “Keep cumming, dolly. Want you feeling like you’re in heaven.”

Leon’s the first to blow his load, shooting it deep inside you. He pumps it in while you’re still releasing. His own hips twitch and buck while that hot, sticky liquid flows from him.

Chris takes a bit longer, savoring every last moment he has inside your precious cunt. He keeps thrusting after you’ve finished, making you squirm with the slight overstimulation. Leon hisses too, feeling the friction from his movements against his dick.

When he finally does cum, your body is overtaken with a shiver. He fucks it deep into you. His thrusts don’t weaken while he spills it inside of you. He keeps moving in powerful strokes until he’s satisfied.

After he’s truly done, Chris leans down and kisses the space between your shoulder blades. “So good, pretty baby,” he praises softly before pulling out.

It feels weird just having Leon’s dick in you. It’s your normal but so strange now too. He slides himself out next though, so there isn’t too much time to fester on that. Sitting up, he pulls you with him while covering your face in kisses.

Everyone is laid back right now, letting the post-high wear off as you all come down. You stay curled up to Leon like you always did after finishing. He rubs your back like normal, knowing your head was most likely still up in the clouds. Eventually, all of your breathing steadies and returns to a regular pace.

Your hazy eyes open and gaze over at Chris. “Thank you Chris,” you say, tone a bit dreamier than it usually is.

“You’re welcome, honey,” he says, smiling at you.

“Look at you, so polite,” Leon teases, “By the looks of it, you’re gonna be sitting on Chris’s lap soon enough and leaving me on the sidelines.”

You shake your head and nuzzle him. All of you take a brief moment to finish the descent back to normalcy. Chris stands to pull on his pants again.

“We’ll get there one of these days,” he jokes.

“I don’t know about that. This one’s a daddy’s girl before anything else,” Leon says, before smooching your forehead.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy smut #resident evil imagines #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #smut #chris redfield x y/n #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield x you #chris redfield smut #chris redfield imagine

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nexysworld · 11 months

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Gym Adventures

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Summary: Leon and Chris convince you to go to the gym with them for the first time. While you're not super keen at first, what you don't expect is the additional activities you manage to get up to.

Or: Hot gym-shower threesome with Chris and Leon. Pairing: Chris & Leon x Fem!Reader Tags: NSFW, Smut, Thigh riding, blowjobs,throatfucking, shower sex, unprotected sex, double creampie, p in v sex, threesome, dirty talk, praise, sex in a public place? (no other people there tho.) No use of Y/N

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you let out a sigh and gave yourself a once-over, turning to get a full picture of your appearance. You wondered if this outfit would meet the mysterious criteria of being "gym appropriate." It was the fourth outfit you had tried on, and none of them felt quite right. Tossing another top onto the bed, joining the pile of discarded clothes, you decided to take a different approach.

As you pulled on the fifth top of the day, a knock on the door interrupted you. "We're going to be late. You know I was joking when I said 'dress to impress.' I promise no one cares what you wear to the gym," Chris called out. He and Leon had been taking turns trying to convince you to make a decision on your attire so that you could finally get going. They had been persistent in convincing you to join them at the gym in the first place, and it had taken them a week to succeed.

"I know that," you replied. "Just give me a few more minutes, okay?"

If you were being honest, the issue wasn't really the clothing, but the idea of working out with them in general. They were both so fit from their jobs that it made you feel self-conscious, regardless of what you were wearing. Coming to this realization, you opted to throw a sweater over your current outfit and opened the door to a startled Leon, who was now taking his turn to knock. Apparently, you had taken longer than just a few minutes this time.

"Oh, there you are. I thought we were going to be late," he said with an awkward chuckle.

"How can we be late to a 24-hour gym?" you inquired as he stepped back to let you pass.

"It was just a figure of speech. I thought you were never going to leave the room," he explained as the three of you made your way to the front door, heading outside into the crisp night air. You had agreed to go only if there wouldn't be anyone else around, so they suggested going in the middle of the night.

Upon arriving at the gym, you felt relieved to see that there was indeed no one else there. It eased your anxiety a little. Entering the building, the two men immediately took it upon themselves to show you around, pointing out different equipment and asking about your interests. "Uh... the treadmill, I guess," you replied, not fully absorbing all the fitness information they were throwing at you.

"Are you sure that's all?" Chris raised an eyebrow.

"No judgment from us," Leon added. "We just thought you might want to work on your strength too." He flexed his arm playfully. You rolled your eyes, but it did manage to make you laugh.

"No thanks, maybe next time. I think the treadmill is just fine for now," you said, taking off the oversized sweater and tossing it aside. The lack of response from the two men with you was odd since they always had something to say, especially Leon.

"Everything okay? Did I do something wrong?" Suddenly, anxiety washed over you, thinking you may have done something silly like turning the machine on incorrectly. You turned to look at them and saw that they were both staring at you before immediately whipping their heads in other directions, trying to act cool.

"Oh, you're fine," Chris said, turning to face the weights. "We were just keeping an eye on you, making sure you didn't blow up the machine or something."

Leon seemed uneasy too, already walking towards a piece of equipment whose name you couldn't remember. "What Chris said. Just making sure you're okay."

‘Well, that was weird,’ you thought to yourself, stepping onto the treadmill. It wasn't like them to not hover, especially if there was even the slightest chance of you hurting yourself. You let the thought go, assuming that the gym was their domain and maybe they were just serious about their own workouts. However, the silence as time went on did make you feel a bit uneasy.

You decided to put in your earbuds, listening to some music as you ran, tuning out everything around you. Every now and then, you glanced over at one of them, thinking you caught them staring, only to see them quickly avert their gaze when they noticed you looking. Their increasingly strange behavior puzzled you, but you chose to ignore it, focusing on your music and your run.

You hadn't realized how much time had passed until your music stopped, concluding your workout playlist. Breaking a sweat and feeling a satisfying burn in your legs, you stopped the treadmill and stepped off. Raising your arms above your head, you stretched from side to side before bending down to touch your toes. The stretching felt great, and although hesitant to admit it, running in the gym instead of the humid outside air did feel a lot better. Maybe Chris and Leon had been right about going.

When you looked around, you noticed that Chris was nowhere to be found, and Leon seemed to be finishing up his own routine. You took it as a cue to grab your bag and make your way over to the showers. However, in your distraction, you accidentally walked straight into the men's showers, only realizing your mistake when you stopped abruptly, seeing Chris facing the showerhead in his stall, steam radiating from around his lower half.

A lump formed in your throat as you watched them. You knew them for a while, yet you couldn't summon a memory of ever seeing either of them without their shirts much less naked. You had gotten a sense of their bodies through their work clothes and the thin material of their t-shirts, but this was entirely different.

Your eyes followed the water droplets that glided down Chris's back, each one collecting into all of his perfect curves before sliding off of him. His body moved like a masterpiece beneath the shower water. You felt warmth fill your stomach as the spark of desire began growing.

'I should go. I should go before he catches me--' Your thoughts were interrupted before you could act on them.

"You know, they say it's not polite to stare," Leon's silky voice purred, his warm breath tickling your ear from behind.

"I wasn't staring!" You protested louder than intended. Turning around, planning to scramble past Leon, you saw that he was disrobed as well, wearing only his underwear.

'Fuck, he's fit too,' you thought, your eyes fixed on his well-carved body. It was like someone had taken a lingerie model from the pages of a magazine and put him in front of you. Heat rose to your face, embarrassed that Leon had caught you peeking at Chris in the shower, and now you were completely frozen in place, ogling Leon as well.

"Are you sure about that, Princess?" Leon's lips stretched into a mischievous grin. You found yourself unable to look away from the trail of hair below his navel and then to the band of his black boxers. Your nipples became hard against your bra and your panties clinging to you with an uncomfortable wetness as you fought for words to respond.

To your dismay, Chris had heard part of the commotion and turned to look at you and Leon. "What the hell?!" You couldn't tell if he was more irritated or confused as he stared at the two of you.

“My apologies, Redfield. It appears our young lady here can’t help but stare,” Leon joked, lightly caressing your cheek with his thumb. Annoyed and embarrassed at his comment, you batted it away.

"What are you talking about?" Chris asked, raising an eyebrow.

Attempting to duck out of the steam-filled room, you were stopped by Leon. "Oh, don't be shy now, Baby. Why don't you tell Chris what I caught you doing, hmm?"

Huffing your cheeks and crossing your arms like a child, you didn't want to give in to Leon's teasing, but you still felt guilty about your own actions. Swallowing your pride, you turned to Chris. "I walked into the wrong shower by accident, and I may have... been staring... I'm sorry." Your face was flushed with shame as your eyes met his brown ones.

The steam of the shower station partially obscured your view of Chris, so you could only see the contours of his pecs and broad shoulders. The patchy brown hair clung to his chest, emphasizing his thick muscles and wide shoulders. He was built like a linebacker and every inch of him screamed strength. "Now, why would you be doing that?" he asked with amusement in his voice, well aware that you were examining him.

"I... I don't know," you chewed your cheek nervously. "Look, it was a mistake. Let me just get out of here to the women's room. I'll shower, and we can head home."

"No need for that, you're already here," Leon offered, clicking the lock into place on the door. "See? It's just me and Chris. You won't have to worry about anyone else coming in." Leon walked past you, shedding the last of his own clothing before taking a stall and turning the water on.

Chris shrugged. "Leon's right. You might as well stay. Besides, you wouldn't want to worry about any potential wandering eyes," he teased, letting out a chuckle that made your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"Shut up! You know, I caught the two of you gawking at me out there too!" you retorted.

"Did we now?" Leon shouted over at you, and you could swear you heard him laugh under the shower. "Because I certainly don't remember that."

"Me either," Chris added, crossing his arms. "I only remember observing you for your own safety."

Not wanting your pride to be chipped away any further, you huffed, ending the conversation and walking over to the farthest stall possible to take your own shower. You knew that they wouldn't immediately see your unclothed form due to the distance and steam.

Turning on the shower and stepping inside, you relished the feeling of the hot water hitting your skin, washing away the sweat and easing the tension in your muscles. Closing your eyes, you did your best to just focus on the relaxation of the shower. However, images of the two men kept flooding your mind. The heat in your core never fully went away, but would come back in waves each time you pictured one of them … or both of them. As you ran a hand down your own body, you stopped just a moment to tweak at your budding nipple quietly hissing in pleasure before working your hand lower and lower, until your fingers were between your legs rubbing at the sensitive bundle of nerves there.

Each twitch of pleasure had you biting your lip to stay quiet as you desperately worked at yourself. Normally you were one for a much slower build of pleasure, but all you wanted right now was relief so you could finish your shower in peace, get dressed, and head home. Despite your internal prayers, you weren’t seeming to get any closer to your peak, taking far longer than expected. Unbeknownst to you as well, the men had started to worry in your silence and the extended length of your shower.

“Oh.” You heard, eyes snapping open to see Leon and Chris standing before you, both having towels wrapped around their hips. If you had been embarrassed before, you were downright humiliated now.

“We were just coming to check on you. You’d been in there a while.” Chris said, breaking the tension.

“Guess now we know why.” Leon added, amused. “Bet you were thinking about us too, weren’t you Princess? Staring wasn’t good enough, was it? You looked pretty desperate, pawing at that little pussy like you’d die if you didn’t cum.”

The sound of Leon's words had left you stunned, unable to move as a wave of desire rushed through your body. His vulgar words destroyed any resistance you had almost instantly, and any response felt trapped in your throat.

“I’ll take that silence as agreement then.” Leon chuckled. “Poor thing, looks like you weren’t even getting anywhere. Guess we better help, so we can get you home.” Leon moved past you, dropping the towel from his waist before pulling you down to sit on his thigh, while he seated himself on the little bench inside the shower.

The second your bare pussy made contact with his leg, you let out an involuntary mewl, pleasure jolting through you slightly. He had you facing away from him, putting his hands on your hips to help glide your slick cunt over the muscle of his toned thigh. The most pathetic noises left your lips as he did so.

“Shit, I think you were right Leon, so desperate.” Chris said, ditching his own towel to enter the shower stall and kneeling in front of you. He cupped your face between both hands. “Be honest, you were thinking about us, weren’t you, pretty girl?”

“Y-yes.” You admitted with a choked whine, hands coming forward to get purchase on Chris’ shoulders as Leon jostled his leg purposefully, sending an added spark of pleasure to your clit.

“What did you imagine sweetheart? Were we taking turns fucking you, passing you back and forth until we were done, or did we pleasure you together?” Chris let go of your face to move his hands down to your chest, using his thumbs to rub circles over your puckered nipples making you whimper.

Leon stopped all of his movements and held you in place. “He asked a question, Princess”, he said softly as he peppered your back with sweet kisses.

“T-together.” You managed to get out. As a reward for your honesty, Leon resumed helping you grind down onto his thigh while Chris worked your breasts before capturing your lips with his own in a tantalizing kiss. The taste of his tongue made you dizzy, and your hips tried to go beyond the speed Leon had set.

"That's right," Leon said, his voice low and deep as he removed his hand so you could go at your own pace. "Do whatever you need Baby." His thigh felt like a blissful cushion beneath your heated folds and Chris' kisses had you hot and hazy.

Chris' thumb circled one nipple as his other hand squeezed and massaged the swollen mound. Without warning he pinched down on one of the the sensitive nubs, sending waves of electric heat straight to the core of your body. You were surprised at how good everything felt, already so much closer than you had been using your fingers, and the two had barely done much to you. "Gonna cum." You mumbled into Chris' mouth.

"Go on baby." Chris encouraged. It didn't take long before you felt that familiar rush of pleasure darting from your core all throughout your body, making even your fingers and toes tingle.

They held you steady for a little bit giving you the chance to come down from your high and catch your breath. By now you could feel the hot length of Leon's hardened cock resting against you, and even with half your brain gone you knew Chris was likely in the same predicament.

"Look at you so beautiful right after you cum." Chris cooed, tilting your head up to look at him. "Think you can help us out in return sweetie?"

"Mhm." You nodded lazily. Chris coaxed you up from your spot on Leon's lap and readjusted you, so you were bent down face to face with Leon's cock, ass up for Chris.

"My turn to see that beautiful face." Leon smiled, stroking himself a couple of times. You watched as the tip leaked a few beads of pearly precum and darted your tongue out to lap at it. He hissed in pleasure before rubbing the head against your lips. "Shit baby, so eager already." Your tongue played with the head for a bit more before taking him into your mouth. You began to bob your head, sucking with increasing speed until you felt hands fisting your hair. "That's right baby, take it all."

You felt Chris move finally, dragging his own cock down the length of your slit to gather some slick. "I'm gonna put it in, ok?" You couldn't respond, but gripped Leon's thighs tightly, feeling the head beginning to build in your core again.

As he sunk himself into your pussy until he was bottomed out, you couldn't help but nearly choke down on the cock in your mouth. "Fuck you're tight, relax baby, you don't need to push me out. Gonna make you feel so fucking good." Chris said, kneading at your ass while he stopped to let you adjust.

Drool was pooling around the base of Leon's cock as you moaned around it. "God you look so beautiful like that." Leon said, wiping some spittle away with his thumb. "So fucking pretty with my cock down your throat, what a good girl taking me all the way." His words made your dripping cunt clench around Chris.

"With the way you were looking at us earlier I'm not surprised, your little pussy likes it when you're taking two cocks at the same time." Chris said, sliding himself back out and slamming back in to the hilt, making you moan around Leon's length. He pulled back out until only the tip was left before pushing in again.

You were doing your best to focus on moving your head up and down to pleasure the man in front of you, but it was hard getting your brain to focus when you were getting railed from behind.

Leon chuckled. "I think our Princess has been rendered a little too dumb to keep up. That's ok baby, just let me use that tight little throat of yours, you just relax." He said, tightening his grip on your hair bucking his hips up to fuck the tip of his cock farther down your throat before pulling you up to let you breath. "Such a good baby, taking me so well, choking on my cock." Leon praised as he pulled you back down taking in each gagged noise you made as he bucked back into your mouth.

"You like getting fucked like this baby?" Chris asked, picking up the pace, balls smacking against your clit with each movement.

"Mff!" You responded with eyes unfocused as your nose was buried in the wiry hair on Leon's pelvis.

Chris grunted, thrusts becoming slower but harder. It wasn't long before you felt him twitch inside of you, filling you up with his hot cum. "Fuck baby." When he pulled his softening cock out, he used two fingers to scoop up some of the leaking cum, rubbing it against your clit just enough to stimulate you, but not enough to get you across the finish line. "You wanna finish her off?" Chris asked, looking at Leon.

In response, Leon popped you off of his own cock. "Want me to fuck his cum right out of you baby?" He asked, pulling you up so he could kiss your swollen lips and the tears streaming down your cheeks. You nodded, scooting to sit back onto his lap, sinking down onto his cock. Between your own spit, wetness, and the cum spilling out there was no resistance. You gripped Leon's shoulders for support, and he held you by your hips helping you bounce.

"That's it baby, come on." Leon was already close from your throat and it took nearly all his willpower to not cream the second you sank down on him. "Doing so well, cum for me baby." He cooed as he used his grip on your hips to speed up your movements.

You were so close yourself that his words sent you over the edge, clamping down around him, legs shaking as you whined. "Oh, fuck." He said as his own orgasm ripped through him, finishing inside of you.

You flopped forward into his arms, exhausted. He rubbed your back softly while he came down from his own peak. "Such a good girl, took us both so well."

You shifted uneasily on his lap, your muscles aching from the sudden love-making and your earlier workout. Your legs were beginning to feel cramped and uncomfortable.

“Here baby, stretch out for me.” Chris said, helping you sit beside Leon. He wiped you down gently with your wash rag to clean you up, before he used his large hands to work the knots out of the muscles of your thighs, moving down your legs. It caused a dull ache at first before the pain disappeared completely, leaving you with jellied limbs. Your whole body felt heavy and your head was in and out of a relaxed twilight state.

You yawned, rubbing your eyes, entirely exhausted. The two men gently propped you up, as they assisted you into your clean clothes. As you waited for them to finish cleaning and changing into their garments, you absentmindedly used your gym bag as a pillow and dozed off until you felt someone picking you up.

The shifting of gravity caused your eyes to open again in a small panic. “It’s ok, I’ve got you.” Chris said softly. “Just taking you back to the Jeep so we can get you home and to bed.”

The slight breeze from the nighttime air felt nice against your skin as you were carried outside and buckled into your seat. Leon sat next to you, letting you lean against him while he gently played with your hair as Chris took up the driver’s seat. “What do you think Princess, wanna come to the gym more often with us now?” Leon asked softly.

“Mhm.” You answered, closing your eyes again, drifting off to sleep at the sound of the ignition starting.

#Leon Kennedy x Reader #Chris Redfield x Reader #Leon Kennedy x You #Chris Redfield x You #Chris Redfield #Leon Kennedy #Leon S Kennedy #Resident Evil #Resident Evil Fanfiction #RE4R #Reader Insert #Fanfiction #Leon Kennedy x Y/N #Chris Redfield x Y/N #Chris & Leon x Reader #Resident Evil Vendetta #Resident Evil 6

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visionsofmagic · 6 months

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day 24: chris redfield [riding]

࿓ synopsis • you try to take him raw.

―❦ nsfw, re: village!chris, brat!reader, f!reader, cumming, swearing, pet names, raw & sore, power play (kinda), maybe a little bit oc!chris, praising, size kink, ‘is all I guess! • 0.8k • wow, first time writing for him & it is enough to make me go crazy over him as if I am not already! anyway, enjoy! [kinktober m.]

“c-chris!” you moaned shamelessly, eyes half-open, mouth wide open, hands on his well-built chest to hold onto, and pussy soaking wet onto his cock that you try to sit on properly. “it’s too much - I can’t move!”

“oh yes, you can baby,” words of encouragement goes from one ear to leave from the other as you begin to cry because of how unprepared you were to have him like this - you wanted it to be raw and rough as always, being a little brat for him to amuse, you regret your decision now yet you can’t deny the fact that it feels so good that you try to hold yourself from sitting down entirely and leaving your pussy sore enough to get pain.

however, chris is there to help as he picks your smaller body up, comparing to him, and saying sweet things into your ears as he sits down on the chair still - all his glory sends another kind of pleasure to your body when you look at him as he still holds you by the waist, fingers playing with the flesh under his skin to call you down.

“just sit on my cock,” he says shamelessly, “it will fill you up perfectly - you have already soaked so much pretty girl, it will be easy.”

“easier to say than do it- agghhh - chris!”

he chuckles playfully, watching the perfect sight in front of his eyes as he leans back onto the chair further, hands traveling until they reach your hips, gazes on your chest as you breathe rapidly because of the sudden action he has created; putting you down on his cock so that he can finally be inside your hot walls entirely, leaving no room, opening you, then, waiting for you to move after adjusting it.

hitting his chest both furiously and softly, earning a little smile from him that you can’t see exactly because of the tears forming in your eyes, washing your face as you slowly begin to move your hips - feeling every motion through your body, you bite your own lips not to be so noisy but chris who stays and watches you in silence takes you by the chin, picking your face up, he begins to kiss you passionately, taking the remaining breath away from your lungs.

“chris, ohhh -“ you moan into his mouth when he leaves them freely after biting them.

his eyes looking at your lips for a moment burn you, “yeah, like that my good girl, moan my name and never hold back. wanna hear all the voices you will make as you ride my cock.”

he sounds as if they’re the direct orders coming from him, and you feel like it, giving him what he wants - never holding back again as you start to move easily now, the juice your pussy soaking makes everything wet and sticky - creating lewd voice as you take his thick and hard cock inside your walls, earning a few spanks from him the moment you begin to bounce on his cock.

every spank comes from different parts of your body; ass that jolts up and down with bounces, pussy takes his length so well, breasts going up and down as if they have come from a porn itself. it all gives you different yet effective pleasure, making your climax come sooner than you thought.

his name goes out of your mouth as pray, his praises find your ears, the body reacts whenever his hands travel on it, voices are full of a mix of skin slapping to the skin, moaning, screams even, swears - mostly coming from him, praises - good girl, my good girl, taking my cock so well that wanna ruin you, oh that praises, filling your mind completely with him.

hair on his thighs increases the pressure and pleasure you get, the sight of his abs getting tight is worth watching - including the expressions he has on his attractive face, length twitches inside you gives the satisfaction.

you smile with such pride that chris lowers his head down, furrowing, yet still looking so damn well. “what’s it pretty?” he asks, mocking you with a deeper voice, “feel pride, fuuuck! - for what, mmmhph, making me like this, hm? - riding me so - agghh, fucking good?”

“yeah,” you say between rapid breathing, “all of it, and for making you cum.”

“oh, making me cum, huh?” he chuckles, shaking his head in both surprised and amused manner, “you didn’t earn it -“

“yet.”

you challenge him - and it ends when you ride him faster, taking him deeper, and even pulling his hair - holding him by the neck, giving him what he needs; being the one who receives the attention and affection, you make him cun so hard and much into you that his hot semen drips from your core onto his thighs, making a mess out of both of you.

you’re always winning the challenges after all - if it involves fucking chris redfield’s brain off.

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina 🩵 @snowprincesa1 🩵 @dookiemeshibear 🩵 @manuusrw

#☁ last week of kinktober 2023 #kinktober 2023 #resident evi #re #resident evil: village #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #chris redfield #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield x y/n #chris redfield x you #chris redfield smut #chris redfield x f!reader #re: village #re: village x reader #FIRT TIME I WROTE FOR THIS ALMIGHTY MAN SO HOPE IT FITS TO HIM!#*kissin!*

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"Is that a Hickey?"

Characters: Leon S. Kennedy, Chris Redfield, Albert Wesker, Jake Muller

You leaving a Hickey on his neck ;)

Leon Kennedy

- Leon adjusting his collar and said "Well, let's go-" he stayed silent when Ashley and Lewis/j were just gazing at him without saying anything. "Uhm, it's not the right time to adore me in this outfit..." He said "Looks like Amigo had his fun with his partner" Luis replied flirtatiously. Leon was speechless. He hoped that they won't notice how red his face is becoming. "I think you might need to look in the mirror" Ashley said giggling, pointing the mirror next to him. He hurried to the mirror to see what they were talking about and there, on his neck, he noticed a hickey. He can hear Luis and Ashley laughing maniacally behind him. He groaned "I told her not to leave a mark" touching the hickey on his neck. "It's a sign of ownership Amigo! She's putting her mark on you, saying that this on is mine" Luis teased. Leon stared at the hickey you created and he pondered... He grinned, "Well, I'm guessing I'm not covering it then?"

Chris Redfield

When he opened his eyes, he looked at the side and noticed that you were still asleep and... naked. When he looked down, he also saw himself naked. He sighed and sat up, giving you another glance before moving to kiss your forehead. He touched the ground with his feet with a sigh as he extended his arms... He dressed himself and walked downstairs. "Boo!" Claire startled Chris causing him to yelp "Jesus Claire! It's too early!" He complained "Haha, I'm Sorry!" He was patted on the shoulder as Claire chuckled "So, how's Y/n- Oh, I see you two had fun last night?"she winked at him. "W-what?" "Oh Don try to deny it! I can definitely see a hickey on your neck" He look behind her which there was a mirror, he noticed the hickey you left last night. "I'm expecting to be a niece!" A blush creeped out to his face.

Albert Wesker (Re5)

As Wesker walked through the hallways, he came across Excella. Excella has never been happy just to see him. He knows about her liking him. Despite knowing about her feelings towards him, Wesker remains distant and uninterested in Excella's affections. He sees her as nothing more than a tool to further his own agenda. You are the only person in his world in whom he is truly interested. Excella greeted him but was rejected. She groaned and rolled her eyes. "Wesker, please sit down so I can inject it" she suggested. Wesker walked towards her and sat down on the chair, rolling down his sleeve for the injection. Excella watched in silence as Wesker receive the injection. When Excella was about to put the syringe back, she notices something on his neck. Her eyes went wide when she saw a hickey on his neck "Is that a... Hickey?" she asked him. Wesker smirked and replied, "Your not the only one who's been busy, Excella," before he pulled up his sleeve. "Who gave you that hickey!?" Excella demanded as she noticed the love bite on his neck. Wesker chuckled and said, "It's none of your concern. Let's focus on the task at hand" He said standing up, he didn't actually planned to cover it up as if he wanted to know that he was yours and you were his. Excella raised an eyebrow but decided to let it go for now. She knew that Wesker was a skilled operative and they had a mission to complete. However, she couldn't help but wonder who had bitten him.

Jake Muller

"Ugh, why did you include him on the mission Captain?" Pierce groaned in annoyance. Jake only chuckled at his reaction "Relax, Pierce. We need him on this mission," Chris replied calmly, hoping to ease the tension between them. "Look, I can walk out of this room, you know? If that's what you want," Pierce glared at him, "Fine, but if anything goes wrong, it's on you" he spat. Jake smirked, and the room was quite hot, making Jake sweat slightly. Standing up from the chair, he removes his jacket. He then heard a chuckle from Chris "I didn't know you were in a relationship" Jake rolled his eyes and replied, "It's none of your business Chris" He spat before putting his jacket besides him. "Okay, Okay. I was just curious," Jake shook his head, and Chris then again spoke, "Well, there is something... On your neck? A hickey maybe" Jake looked at Chris with a surprised expression and asked "What? Are you serious?" He asked, reaching his hand out to feel his neck. He then realized that there was indeed a mark on his neck and blushed with embarrassment. Pierce laughed at his reaction, and Jake stared at him and said, "Shut up" he said and Pierce only rolled his eyes.

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yawnderu · 23 days

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I raise you Chris Redield who is awful at dirty talk and only fucks in missionary, but has the dirtiest breeding kink.

Maybe it's the way he hasn't been intimate in years, or the sense of security you give him in a world full of enemies that come back from the dead with the only intent to kill him, but there's something so alluring about you that Chris can never let go of.

Images of your pretty smile as you welcome him home flash in his mind, his burly arms wrapping tighter around your waist, wide hips slamming against yours as his thick, veiny cock rams inside your velvety walls nonstop, your sharp nails digging into his skin— dragging down, only feeding his desire to breed you even more.

“Can I...?” Chris is an awkward man. An awkward man who spent most of his life fighting monsters, not fucking, yet the way you always understand him will never fail to make him proud, his warm face finding shelter on the crook of your neck at your desperate nods, feeling your pretty throat vibrate as he drags moan after moan out of you, his thumb rubbing circles on your hardened clit.

His lips crash against yours to muffle his needy, deep groans, the feeling of your wet, warm tongue wrapping around his makes him fuck into you harder, your arched back fitting so perfectly on his rough, calloused palm— like you were both meant to be, missing pieces to a puzzle now completed, the sensation of your walls pulsating and tightening up around his cock drags a loud groan out of him, ropes of thick, hot cum shooting deep inside you.

Chris allows his body to relax on top of yours after your shared orgasm— only interrupted by the rough taps you give his burly arm, finding his body too heavy to have on top of yours so casually. He lets out a small chuckle, gently pulling out of you and laying next to you, his strong arms wrapped around your body, the silent promise of keeping you safe forever engraved in his soul.

#stray answers #chris redfield #chris redfeild x reader #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield x you #chris redfield x y/n #chris redfield x fem!reader #re chris

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cherubify · 1 month

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as chris redfield's gf, sometimes you worry that you're too heavy for him. even when you know that he's abysmally strong. when he catches onto these concerns, he sends a video of him benching, hip thrusting and squatting double and triple your weight (because that's how much of a muscle monster he is) and when you're still not convinced-

"-oh god oh god," you babble, vision blurry with globs of tears. "don't stop, chris- ahn!"

your face is buried in his sweaty chest, your upper half laying limply on him like a rag doll. your wetness and the slapping of skin fills the room. every thrust sends you up and down against his body.

his large calloused hands has a vice grip on your waist, rolls of pudge sticking out between each of his finger. he thrusts into you with so much force that it feels like he might split open your little cunt.

he spanks your ass so hard that stars twinkle. his hips slow to deep strokes and he places two fingers on your puffy clit. the brunette massages the tiny bundle of nerves in messy circles. you squirm at his ministries when he grunts, "c'mon, be a good girl for me and cum."

all this just because of your silly little concerns. thankfully, chris fucks you good enough to make sure you will never worry about it ever again.

all content written by @puppyina ! do not repost, edit or plagiarise. requests are open for any past written characters.

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g4yforethan · 2 months

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RELAX

pairing: chris redfield x male reader

summary: reader treats chris to a great night after a hard day at work

warnings: cursing, kissing, smut

a/n: AHHH i just got re4 remake and i’m so excited to play it !!!!! i finished village a while ago so that’s why i’m writing this fic because look at himmm ;))

you were in the kitchen making a meal for you and your husband, chris redfield. he was away for two months on a mission that his team sent him on but he kept daily contact with you and left some text messages that were no doubt nsfw. tonight was going to be the night that you would see him since he left and he would only stay he night as he had to be gone in the morning for his next mission. as you prepared the table, you heard the doorbell ring. you went to the door and opened it. "hey baby miss me?" it was chris. you gasped and ran into his arms as he caressed your hair. "chris i missed you so much. please come in i just made dinner." you kissed his lips and guided him inside.

"haha thank you baby boy but i'm not really hungry to eat right now. i'm hungry for something else." you grapsed as to what he was saying and gave him a devious grin. you went up and kissed him as he picked up your legs and made his way into the bedroom. he threw you onto the bed and quickly took off his shirt. you did as well and touched his toned and muscular back. "god i missed touching your skin. it's the only thing that's been on my mind since i've been gone." he said as he roughly kissed your neck and chest. "fuck chris i’ve missed you so much. i’ve been waiting for this for so long.” you replied as he continued leaving kisses on your chest.

“fuck me please.” you said as chris immediately turned you around. “whatever you say pretty boy.” he took off his pants and took yours off as well before smacking your ass. he began licking your hole and leaving kisses around it. you moaned and grabbed his hair to make him dig deeper into you. he then put one finger inside which made you eager for more. “stop teasing me chris and put your dick inside me.” “calm down baby i’m getting to it.” he said as he spit on his 10 inch cock and slowly made his way into you. the first stroke hurt and he knew this and tried to go as slow as he can.

“ugh fuck your dick is so big.” you said as he started picking up the speed and grabbing ahold of your waist. “yeah you like that don’t you? fucking slut.” chris replied as he rammed his dick inside your hole. you rolled your eyes back and reached out your hand for him to stop but he didn’t. he flipped you over and lifted your legs up before entering you again. you kissed his neck as he fucked you and moaned into his ear. this turned him on even more as dug deep in your hole causing your toes to curl. his cock was hitting your prostate as an overwhelmed feeling of pleasure filled your entire body.

“oh my fucking god chris. i’m gonna fucking cum.” “me too y/n fuck.” he replied as you released your cum all over your stomach and his inside your hole. you felt his cum inside you and craved more. the both of you, now wet from each others sweat, laid next to each other now. chris’ arm was around you as you laid on his soft, muscular, and hairy chest. “you really missed me huh?” you said as chris started to blush. “yeah was it obvious?” “well considering the way you fucked me, it was pretty obvious.” the two of you laughed as you closed your eyes and began to fall asleep.

#male reader #malereader #gay love #men #gay reader #gay smut #male reader insert #gay #resident evil x reader #resident evil #resident evil village #chris redfield x male reader #chris redfield #chris redfield x y/n

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ghostkennedy · 9 months

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I need a part 2 for Dinner and a Show!! 💗 Mean Leon >>>>>>

Encore

Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader x Chris Redfield

PART ONE

Word count: 2646

Content warnings: sex toy, public sex, mean leon, switch leon, begging, teasing, unaware third participant, third person joining in, public orgasm, dominant chris, degrading, praise, bisexual men, bisexual awakening, chreon action, threesome, blowjob, oral (male receiving), male giving blowjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, overstimulation, the men kiss each other, eiffel tower

This story heavily contains male on male content. Bon appetit my loves.

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You gripped Leon’s arm tightly, pulling his attention away from the group he’s currently speaking with.

“Yes?” He speaks quietly, only loud enough for you to hear.

You lean your head into his shoulder, your mouth just inches from his ear. “Can I speak to you in private?” His face is pressed against yours and you feel him smirk at your question. A few seconds passed without a response from him. “Please.”

“What do you need to talk to me about?”

“Please,” you plead with him softly.

He finally nods his head and excuses you two from the group. Both of your arms are wrapped around his right arm, your hands cradling his hand between them.

He walks slowly, smiling and waving at various people. You tighten your grip on him, urging him to hurry up, but he ignores it.

A few painstakingly long minutes later and he finally pulls you into a secluded hallway just off of the party. You press your face deep into his chest and let out a pitiful whimper into his suit jacket. He reaches out his hand, cupping your chin and pulling your gaze up to meet his.

“Is something the matter, baby?” He feigns innocence with his cooing tone. You look up at him and give your best death glare.

“Turn it off,” your voice is serious, hoping you can convey the urgency with your statement.

He laughs meanly. “Why would I do that?”

“I don’t care that it’s on the lowest setting, Leon. It’s uncomfortable. I can’t stand it any longer. Just please. Please help me.” You're begging him at this point, but you have no other options. You can’t focus, you can’t stand still. You can feel the constant gentle vibrations throughout your whole body. It’s nauseating. It’s downright cruel at this point.

Leon hums in response as he finally pulls the remote out of his pocket.

“The lowest setting isn’t working for you? Here, maybe this will help.”

You throw your head back as your legs threaten to give out beneath you. The vibrations kick up and send all of your nerves into a frenzy. He chuckles as you rock your hips, unsure of what you’re looking for. More friction or less. Any relief.

“Hey, you two alright?” A deep voice calls out from deeper down the hallway as footsteps approach. Leon’s gaze shoots towards the voice, smiling casually.

“Yeah, we’re perfect.” Leon assures him.

As he gets closer and you shift your focus to the figure. Realization dawns on you as you recognize the man. It could’ve been anybody, there’s hundreds of people at this damn party. But of course it’s Chris fucking Redfield. The man you bring up to tease Leon. Years ago you had a small schoolgirl crush on him and for some reason you confided in Leon about it. Crucial mistake, but you take your power back by teasing Leon right back.

You silently beg whatever higher power may be listening to get Chris out of this fucking hallway. But nobody must be listening because now Chris stands just a few feet away from you two.

“Now that I think about it, can you help me with something Chris?” Leon runs his thumb across the remote still in his hand. “I’m trying to figure out how to work this remote, but I’m not sure if it’s even working at all.”

Leon hands the remote to Chris as you shoot a terrified look his way. The remote is officially out of his control and in a clueless Chris’ hands.

“What does it even go to?” Chris looks at the little remote puzzled. It’s a tiny thing, with a power button and then two buttons that look similar to volume keys. He gazes up at Leon who just shrugs in response.

Chris holds down one of the buttons and the vibrations stop completely. You let out a sigh of relief as you try to steady your heart beat again.

“Does the other button do anything?”

Your eyes widen at Leon’s prompting, obviously trying to get Chris to turn the vibrations back on.

Before you can stop him, your eyes are rolling into the back of your head and your knees give out. You collapse against Leon’s chest, unable to hold yourself up. You’re panting heavily as you grip Leon’s shirt again.

“What the fuck is this?” Chris looks between the two of you and the remote. His face scrunched up in confusion.

You’re unable to hold back a long whine from escaping your mouth. Leon tries to hold you steady, but you go limp as pleasure courses through you. You fall to your knees, pulling Leon down with you.

Chris must finally catch up with what’s happening. “Leon, what the fuck?” He spits out angrily before holding down the other button completely turning the vibrator down again.

You whimper as you’re pulled back from the edge. You were so close and now you’re unable to think clearly. You reach out for Chris’ arm and grip pathetically.

“Please.” You repeat the word over and over, begging him to turn it back on, to give you what Leon’s been denying you.

Chris stares into your watery eyes, trying to process what you’re asking him. He holds the button, turning the vibrations up to the max.

You throw your head back and pant, “Yes, oh my god, yes. I’m gonna, fuck I’m gonna fucking come. Oh god, oh fuck, yes, yes, I’m coming. I’m coming.”

Your body trembles as the waves of your climax crash through you.

One of your hands is still clinging to Chris’ arm while the other clings to Leon’s shirt. Your arms are shaking but your hands are locked tight. You begin to whine as overstimulation sets in, almost curling in on yourself at the sensations.

Leon taunts you, “You were begging me to turn it off a few minutes ago, then you begged him to turn it back on, and now you want it off again? Make up your mind, would you?”

Tears start flowing from your eyes and you look up at Chris who mumbles a curse and shuts the toy off again. With the vibrations finally stopping, you take deep breaths and finally start to relax your aching muscles.

Chris scowls down at you, “Get up, now. Both of you.”

Leon stands and holds a hand out to help you up, but Chris swats it away, offering up his hands for you instead. He pulls you up on your shaky legs, smoothing your hair before intertwining your fingers with his.

He reaches out and grabs Leon’s hand with his spare one, pulling both of you after him.

You reach the end of the hallway, Chris looking around to ensure no one sees you three before opening the door and rushing both of you inside. You enter the room and stand by Leon as Chris shuts the door behind him and leans against it.

You look at the floor, shame causing your skin to heat up.

“Look at me.” Chris speaks firmly, leaving no room for argument. You slowly raise your head up to meet his gaze as he looks between you and Leon. “You both think you’re so clever? Not taking the party I’m hosting seriously. This is a work event, but I doubt either of you need that reminder.”

You slowly shake your head. “I’m sorry, Chris. It wasn’t my intention to disrespect you.”

He sighs. “What am I going to do with you?” He crosses his arms. His stare is so intense it has you avoiding meeting his eyes again. “Strip.”

Your eyes dart back to him, but you’re not the one to speak.

“Wait, what? What are you doing, Chris?” Leon questions disbelievingly, not sure if he heard that right.

Chris chuckles at him. “You too, pretty boy. Both of you naked and on your knees. Now.”

You look over at Leon who once again is just shrugging in response, undoing the button on his suit jacket and pulling it off.

“Um, can someone unzip me?” You ask shyly, giving your back to them. Chris is immediately behind you, fiddling with the zipper on your dress.

In less than a minute, you and Leon are stripped completely bare and on your knees in front of Chris. He stares down at you two, an amused look on his face.

He undoes the buckle on his belt before slowly pulling it off completely. The movement pulls your attention down to his groin for the first time and you see his cock straining in his pants. Based on the bulge at eye level with you, you can already tell he’s massive.

You glance over at Leon and see him holding a stare with Chris.

“Take my dick out.” Chris demands. Leon turns to look at you, but Chris reaches out and turns his face back towards him. “I was talking to you.”

Leon’s Adam's apple bobs as he swallows nervously. You can’t do anything besides stare as Leon leans forward and reaches his hand into Chris’ pants. You whimper at the sight and Chris looks over at you with a devilish smirk.

“You like that, do you? You want to see your husband play with my cock?”

You nod immediately.

Leon looks in your direction, confusion lacing his stare. He hadn’t anticipated anything like this happening. He thought he’d embarrass you and Chris would be disgusted, maybe never speaking to you again. What could shut you up more than that? If you ever mentioned Chris again, he’d just laugh and know he wouldn’t come near either of you by his own free will.

But now you’re both on your knees for him and Leon isn’t ready to acknowledge how fucking hard he is right now. He turns back to Chris, biting his lip as he pulls his cock out of his trousers. You both stare at his now exposed cock amazed. He’s so thick, the definition of a fat cock. Your mind wanders as you think about how much you’d like to suck it. And secretly, Leon fantasizes about how much he wants to as well.

Everyone in the room is on the same wavelength apparently.

“Now who’s going to be the first to suck my cock? And don’t worry. Everyone will get their turn, but perhaps my volunteer will be on my good side tonight.”

Without hesitation, you crawl forward until your mouth is right in front of his cock. You look up at him with wide eyes and he nods at you approvingly.

You poke your tongue out of your mouth, flicking the tip of it along the head of his cock. His hand reaches out and grabs a fistfull of your hair, guiding you until your mouth is wrapped around his tip.

“There you go. Being such a good girl for me. Show him how to suck my cock.”

You whimper around his length, taking it deeper into your mouth. As you pull your head back, Leon can see how you’ve coated his dick in saliva. He’s transfixed, lost in a daze as he watches.

You swirl your tongue around Chris’ shaft and his head falls back as he groans loudly. His head snaps back up and he gently pulls your head from his length.

“I’m gonna give your husband a taste now, okay?”

You nod enthusiastically, scooting over to make room for Leon. Leon slowly moves himself until he’s positioned before Chris’ dick. You can see how nervous he is and reach your hand out, holding his gently and caressing it reassuringly.

“You know how you like it, right? Just replicate that. He’ll teach you what he likes.” You smile at him and he smiles back, nodding his head.

He takes a deep breath before leaning forward, wrapping his wet lips around Chris’ tip. He starts to bob his head as he takes his cock deeper into his mouth.

“That’s it. Good boy.” Chris praises Leon causing him to whimper pathetically as he stares up into Chris’ eyes. “You suck dick like a professional.”

Now it’s you lost in a daze, your core throbbing and leaking your arousal as you watch the two of them. Leon’s movements are more enthusiastic as he becomes more and more comfortable. Chris’ fingers are tangled in his hair, guiding him until his cock is in the back of his throat.

Leon fights back tears as he tries not to gag, but they break past his lash line.

You can’t hold yourself back anymore. You nuzzle yourself next to Leon, bringing your mouth to Chris’ balls as you suck them into your mouth.

“Oh fuck, look at the two of you. So fucking desperate.”

Leon pulls off his cock and sucks on Chris’ balls as you take his length into your mouth, alternating back and forth.

Chris backs away from the two of you, leaving you both staring up at him as drool coats your chins.

Chris points at you, “You on your hands and knees.” Then he turns to Leon, “And you fuck her mouth while I take her from behind.”

Leon’s instantly shooting up off the floor and hurrying over to the bed and you follow after him, barely able to keep up. Leon positions himself on his knees as you crawl up to him. Chris positions himself behind you as Leon starts thrusting into your mouth.

Chris lets out a laugh behind you. “Almost forgot.” He reaches inside of you and pulls out the idle vibrator. “Clean this up for me, will you?”

Chris shoves the toy in Leon’s face and forces it between his lips. Leon whines as he sucks your juices off the toy, continuing to fuck your mouth at a punishing pace.

You feel Chris line up with your hole and it takes all of your power to not push yourself back into him. Thankfully, you didn’t have to find inner will power for long as Chris suddenly thrusts all the way into you.

Your mind goes numb as Leon fucks your face and Chris fucks you from behind. You’re so full and it feels so fucking good.

Leon and Chris stare at each other as they fuck you from either side. Chris grabs the back of Leon’s head and presses his forehead into his. They stay like that, breathing in each other’s air as they fuck you faster and harder.

You’re fast approaching your high, Chris hitting that sweet spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Leon’s close too, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he continues to stare at Chris.

Suddenly, Chris brings Leon’s mouth to his own, locking him into a searing kiss. That’s all it takes for Leon to begin shooting his load down your throat. The taste of Leon sending your orgasm crashing through your body and the clenching of your walls sends Chris over the edge as well.

Leon slowly pulls himself out of your mouth before collapsing on the bed. Chris pulls himself out of your spent pussy and you follow after Leon, throwing yourself on his chest.

You both lay there holding each other, trying to catch your breath.

A throat clears from the foot of the bed and you both look up, seeing Chris standing there fully dressed as if nothing just happened.

“You’re mine now. I’ll be in touch.” And then Chris is out the door, turning the lock before shutting it behind him. You and Leon look at each other exasperated. Did that really just happen?

Neither of you speak as you pull your clothes back on and fix your appearances.

As you begin walking towards the door, Leon grabs you by the arm and pulls you into his chest. His lips lock onto yours and you sloppily make out with him.

Yeah. That really just happened.

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paladin-heart5 · 25 days

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So This Is Love

Leon Kennedy x Reader x Chris Redfield

Summary; You are in a poly relationship with Chris and Leon

CW; fluff, smut, dp, blowjob, fingering, creepy neighbor, protective boys. I think that's it, MDNI

AN; ahahahha I did it oh my gosh that was hard i'm sorry it took so long its 3.2k words I hope you like it byeee oh also please don't e afraid to send request I need ideas

You're not physically strong, not to say you're a complete weakling either. However, you're definitely considered fragile compared to your boyfriends. They're basically your guard dogs, but you try your best not to rely on them. You're still an independent woman who can take care of yourself. Realistically, you have to be when they aren't around, which is more than you think. They both work for the government, and oftentimes they're both gone around the same time. You do your part of course, make sure the house is nice and tidy, groceries are stocked for when they come home starving. They need all the nutrition they can get. You like to give them a taste of domesticated peace when you are able to. Being self-employed definitely has its perks when it comes to scheduling. The boys insist you don't even need to work, but you don't want to seem useless. You're grateful for them, and you like to show it. Who knows what you'd be doing if you hadn't met, let alone date Leon S Kennedy and Chris Redfield. You'll admit, when they're home, you're putty in their hands. Only after you've taken care of them though, you want to make sure they're safe and sound at home. To them, you're their precious flower, their safe haven.

Currently you're walking home from the market, which happens to be right outside of the neighborhood. It's quite convenient since you don't have a car, you like walking around anyway. You have three filled totes of foods, you've been needing to fill the fridge. Both your boyfriends have been on a mission for the last two weeks. The time has been lonely and boring, but you're proud that they're saving the world. As you approach the house, you notice your neighbor staring at you. His name is Gary, and he's usually sitting in the dark or watering his front lawn.You offer a warm smile, although he is a creepy older man, you try to be friendly. He slowly waves at you.

“Need a hand, doll?” Gary steps forward in your direction. You let out a nervous chuckle and shake your head. “I'm alright, Mr. Dawson, thank you though.” You politely decline as you approach your porch. The older man stops at the fence dividing your yards. He keeps a smile on his face, one that shows his dirty, cracked up teeth. All that smoking really did a number on him.

“Where are those strong men of yours? Shouldn't they be helping their little lady?” He questions, raising a brow. You roll your eyes as you fumble with your keys, trying to open the door.

“They're at work, but don't worry, I can take care of myself.” This wouldn't be the first time he's tried to get close to you, in a way that is more than friendly neighbor. Anytime the guys aren't here, he's trying his best to get to you. Means he's scared of them, but you're not so easily put off. Having two special agents as boyfriends has its perks when it comes to self defense. Fortunately, Gary hasn't pushed too far.

“Don't you ever get lonely when those boys are gone all the time?” The old man asked with a tilt of his head, his brows furrowed slightly. You sigh as you finally open the door, you turn your head to him, pick up your grocery totes, and give him a fake smile.

“Nope! They never make me feel lonely, have a good day Mr. Dawson!” You quickly enter the house and close the door. While it's supposed to be a ‘neighborly’ conversation, you always end up uncomfortable. The way he looks at you always makes it worse. You shrug it off and continue with your day, putting away the groceries and organizing the kitchen. You hear the sound of your phone going off, you received two messages. Both from your boyfriend's.

Hey baby, Leon and I will be home tonight.

So excited to see you princess, expect cuddles.

You smile brightly as you read the messages, they're finally coming home! You just have to do something special, maybe make their favorite meal. You gasp as an idea pops into your head. You quickly go to your room and search through your closet. After a couple minutes of digging through your clothes, you find a lingerie set you recently got. It's lavender lace, with a little bow at the top. It perfectly cups your breasts, and shows off your curves. You put it on and wear a blue silk robe that Leon gifted you. Humming softly, you fix your hair and check the time. They should be home in a couple hours, so you decide to set the table and prepare to cook dinner.

“You know Claire can't keep a secret.” You hear the door open from the front room, the sound of Leon and Chris's chuckles blessing your ears. You jump off the couch and watch as they take their shoes off. “That's true, I remember when we told her about asking Y/n out. She was so close to slipping we had to go for it.” Chris laughed before seeing you leaning on the wall of the kitchen.

“Hey baby girl!” He smiles as he holds his arms out for you. You quickly go into his arms. Chris chuckles and spins you, making you giggle. Leon turns and beams at the sight of you in the shiny robe he got you. He steps forward and hugs the both of you.

“I missed you guys so much, you have no idea.” You say teary eyed, when they come home alive and safe is when you process the fact that their jobs are incredibly dangerous. You never know if you'll lose one, or both. The boys let you go and smile at you, each of them holding your hands.

“We missed you too, princess. Was everything okay while we were gone?” Leon asks softly, kissing your knuckles. You smile and nod slowly.

“Everything is clean and food is ready.” You say softly as you examine them for any injuries. You only find a few bruises here and there, which is better than most times. The two smile at you.

“Let's eat then, hm?” Chris goes to the kitchen and serves the plates for all of you. You sit at the table and smile as you all begin to eat. Chris and Leon talk about the mission, or as much as they're able to. Then they insist on hearing how you did.

“It was good, mainly work and cleaning. I started doing some work outs in the garage, figured it would be good.” You admitted as you picked at your food. Chris and Leon looked at each other before back at you. Chris is the first to speak up.

“That's great, baby girl. Leon and I would love to work out with you if you need pointers.” He tilts his head as you think.

“Yeah, I'd like that. Just.. nothing too intense please. I'm still learning.” You say softly as you look at them. Leon gives you that sweet smile, from the pictures you've seen, that boyish charm never left him.

“We'd never push you too hard, princess.”

“We actually have a routine idea, but.. might be too intense for ya.” Chris hums out, his tone feigning sympathy. You perk up a bit as Leon smirks.

“What is it?” You ask, tilting your head curiously. Leon takes each of your plates and rinses them off before setting them in the dishwasher.

“It definitely would work up a sweat. Even knocks the wind out of us doesn't it, babe?” He glances over to Chris, earning a chuckle.

“Maybe you, but I never get tired.” Chris stands and goes behind him, squeezing his ass. Leon jumps and wacks him with a hand towel. You blush, but smile. You always enjoy watching them give each other affection. You stand up and bite your lip.

“Can you show me what it is?” You ask, innocently opening your robe just enough for them to notice the lingerie underneath. It grabs both of their attention.

“I suppose we can teach you, but you have to listen to us. Think you can do that baby girl?” Chris makes his way over to you, pulling you gently by the waist. You smile and nod.

“Use your words.” He orders.

“Yes, Chris.” You sway nervously, starting to feel your heart race in anticipation.

“Good girl.” Chris praises with a kiss to your hairline. Leon hums and goes over to tug at Chris’s jeans.

“Let's go then, wanna give my lovers a good time.”

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Leon and Chris guide you to your shared bedroom. They begin to take off their shirts and pants, leaving themselves in their boxers. You giggle at this, they aren't very good at hiding their eagerness. You can already see the bulges. Chris’s cock definitely has more girth to it, while Leon's got the length. You love the balance, they both make you feel heavenly when you make love. The joy of sharing such intimate moments with the greatest men you know will never get old.

Chris is the first to initiate, stepping behind you and kissing at the back of your neck. You giggle in response, his stubble being very ticklish. Leon smiles, adoring the sound of your laughter. He'll do anything to hear it, do anything to make both you and Chris happy. He steps forward and grabs your hands, wrapping your arms around his neck. He wastes no time, connecting your lips in a heated kiss. Chris smiles and rubs his calloused hands along your curves. Leon gently parts from you, moving some hair out of your face as you pant. You glance over and see the curtains open, also noticing Gary’s open as well. You start to feel uneasy and shudder. Your boyfriend's notice this.

“What's wrong, princess?” Leon's deep, but gentle voice rings through your ears. You look at him and point to the open window curtains.

“Mr. Dawson has been making me uncomfortable… again.” You say quietly, gripping Leon's shirt. The blonde quickly looks at Chris, already seeing a look of anger in his eyes.

“Easy there, big guy.” He hums calmly to Chris. While Leon is definitely frustrated by how your neighbor is making you feel, he tends to be the more level headed one. Chris on the other hand, is not afraid to humble someone. He's ready to bang on that door and give Gary a what for.

“Fuckin creep, we really need to get her a gun.” The brunette hisses to his boyfriend. Leon chuckles and pets your head.

“We'd have to show her how to use it first. What do you think, baby?” He looks down at you, a gentle smile appearing. You melt at the sight of him, what a man. Leon and Chris are your fucking gods. You'd do anything to please them.

“I'm willing to learn.” You say softly, wrapping Chris’s arms around your waist, making him relax again. He cracks a smile and kisses your head. Leon slips out of your grasps and goes to close the window, making sure the curtains completely cover it. Chris sways with you and you smirk as you remember what you're wearing.

“I have a surprise for you, gentlemen.” You hum as you go to the foot of the bed. Leon returns to Chris’s side, both of them looking at you curiously. You slowly untie your robe before letting it fall to the floor, revealing your lingerie. The blonde and brunette gape at the sight of you, taking in your appearance.

“Holy fuck, I'm gonna take a bite out of that cake.” Chris growls, stepping towards you. He lifts you up with ease before tossing you on the bed. You squeak at this, followed by a giggle. He then crawls over you, kissing at your neck again as he starts to take off your set. Leon watches with lust darkening those blue orbs. The scene unfolding in front of him is like a dream. Once Chris has you completely naked, he immediately plays with your breast, making you moan. Your nipples become hard and sensitive.

“Such a lovely girl.” He praises you with a low tone. He then looks over to Leon, noticing him biting his lip.

“Come join the fun, pretty boy.” He gestures the blonde over. Leon's cheeks flush at the nickname, but he's quick to join. Chris carefully kneels beside you as Leon is on your other side. You watch as Chris grabs his throat and pulls him for a kiss. Loving, but also rough. It's a sight that has you squirming, it'll be engraved in your brain. The way Leon whimpers into the kiss all needy is delightful to your ears. You carefully run your hand along the blonde's abs, down to his inner thigh. The sound of his sigh is heard as Chris parts from him, smiling. They both look down at you and you give them an innocent smile.

“Such a good girl,” Leon hums as he trails his hand down to your core, rubbing his middle finger through your slick. You whimper and buck your hips. “She's so wet, Chris.” He breathes out lovingly.

“Oh I bet, poor thing has been missing our dicks, hm?” Chris coos to you, earning a quick nod. He chuckles and pats your thigh.

“On your knees, baby girl.” He orders, you're quick to follow, switching to your hands and knees. Leon laughs a bit at how eager you are, gently rubbing your ass. You smile at him and shake it. Chris slaps it, making you yelp. You glare at him. He laughs and moves behind you, taking a look at your glistening pussy.

“You're right, Lee. She's soaked.” The brunette growls as he watches with lustful eyes. Leon moves over in front of you, finally taking off his boxers to reveal his hard cock. Your mouth waters as you watch it hit his stomach. Leon smirks and cups your cheek.

“Want a taste, princess? Go ahead.” He says in a husky tone. You gingerly lick at his tip, gliding all the way down to his balls. After a moment of doing so, you take him into your mouth, earning a deep groan. Chris smiles at this before leaning down to lick a stripe along your pussy. You moan at the feeling of his tongue, lifting your hips a bit more. Leon grabs your hair, making a ponytail to hold as you bob your head. His head falls back as he moans, while Chris eats you out like a starved man. You suck on your boyfriend hungrily, eyes rolling back as you already feel your climax approaching. Chris smirks and slides two fingers into your clenching hole, pumping them in and out of you. The sound of Leon’s moans grows louder as he grips your hair.

“Fuck- I’m so close princess.” His chest rises and falls with quick, heavy breaths. You feel him twitch in your mouth, bobbing your head a little faster to help him finish. The ache in your jaw is painful, but so worth getting to see Leon come undone. His load shoots into your throat, a loud moan escaping him. His back arches as sweat beads on his forehead. A string of curses follow as you slowly lift your head, letting him go with a pop. You swallow his load and smile at him as he rubs your head. Chris continues to fuck you with his fingers and tongue, a wonderful feeling. The growing feeling of warmth and tightness in your core is making you go dumb, whimpering for him to go faster. As you feel your orgasm about to reach its peak, Chris stops completely. You whine at the sudden emptiness, making the buff man chuckle.

“I thought we should try something new tonight. How about you take both of us at once?” He suggests, sliding his boxers off. Your eyes widen, cheeks turning red as you look at Leon. He smiles at you and places a gentle kiss on your nose.

“It's up to you, princess. We promise to be careful of course.” He soothes, you think about it for a moment. It’s definitely something you’ve dreamed of, but knowing how big they are, you wonder if they’ll even fit. It’s at least worth a shot, that’s what lube’s for, right?

“I think I’d like that.” You look back at Chris, a sweet smile on your face. Chris returns the smile and rubs your hips. He lifts you up effortlessly, making you giggle. Leon adjusts himself so he’s laying flat on the bed. He then reaches over and grabs a bottle of lube from the drawer of the nightstand. Squeezing a generous amount on his hand, he begins to rub his dick. You watch with fascination before Chris hovers you above Leon. You slowly settle yourself onto him, there’s little resistance due to the lube and how wet you are. You then lay down on his chest, leaving yourself open for Chris to enter. Leon rubs your back while Chris lubes up his dick as well. He lines himself up with your cunt, but doesn’t enter yet.

“What’s the safe word, baby girl?” He asks softly, not wanting you to end up uncomfortable in any way.

“Red.” You answer quietly, giving him the go ahead to enter. As he slowly slides in, you tense up, biting your lip.

“Relax, Y/n. It’ll ease up shortly, deep breaths.” Leon guides her through it as she squeezes his forearm. Once Chris is bottomed out, he stops, groaning deep in his chest.

“So damn tight.” He and Leon look at each other and smile, wordlessly in agreement that their girlfriend feels like heaven. They have to hold back from moving so that you can adjust. Fortunately, it doesn’t take long for you to let them know they can move. Chris is the first to start thrusting his hips. At first, the stretch is big and of course a little painful; but as they move, you can feel the pain fade into pleasure. Your mouth hangs open as soft moans escape you, taking comfort in the way they both have you sandwiched. It feels so good, so safe to be in between them. Leon whimpers as he feels you clench, whispers of praises being spoken in your ear. While Chris is growling and occasionally degrading you.

“Pussy’s so tight for me, baby. You like being a dirty whore for us, huh?” He grabs your hair, lifting your head a bit as you mumble.

“Yes sir, please- i’m gonna cum!” You moan out, Leon chuckles and cups your cheeks.

“Go ahead, sweetheart, cum for us.” As he gives you permission, you feel the knot in your core snap. A loud moan falls from your lips as the overwhelming sensation of your orgasm takes over. The feeling of you tightening around them only urges Leon to follow. He groans as his second climax takes over, holding you closer. Chris finishes last as usual, he grunts as he thrusts harder into you, making you whimper. The feeling of both of them filling you up is just so amazing. The movements come to a stop, all of you laying on each other as you breath heavily. The boy’s look over you to make sure you’re okay, and they can’t help but smirk as they see their cum ooze out of you.

“Alright then, bath time.” Chris stands and lifts you up, Leon goes ahead and sets a warm bath for all of you. He kisses Chris, then you. You’re incredibly grateful to have these caring men in your life.

#resident evil smut #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #resident evil #chris redfield #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield x y/n

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tipsyleaf · 6 days

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This thought just came to my head and I couldn’t help but giggle.

Imagine Chris invites Leon over to watch football on Sundays, and have a bomb ass barbecue of course; like all dads do on the weekends. But you didn’t really mind, it meant the kids would get off your back for a few hours and you could gossip with Chris’s wife.

The two of them would totally be standing by the grill, bud lights in their hands as they watched the TV outside on the patio, yelling at the players like they could hear them.

They’d hit that signature dad pose. Legs slightly spread apart, standing, arms crossed, you know which one I’m talking about.

Also they’d literally compliment each other on their barbecue and stuff. They’d spend hours just trying to smoke a brisket or something, having the typical bro talk while doing it.

- Anon! 🎀

(Chris looks like a Giants fan. No I will not be elaborating further.)

Literally can't decide which apron Chris would be wearing so here's all the options

With the middle one he'd definitely pat his wife's ass every time she walked by. She'd just stop and stare for a second and he'd point to the apron. She'd just nod and keep walking, use to his bullshit by now.

The wives would be talking about bitchy moms at the PTA as the kids play on the Redfield's giant playset. (Like think about a McDonald's play place and old chuck e. cheese playgrounds together. Just minus the child vomit and mildew smell). They're drinking wine, talking among themselves when they overhear their husbands talking.

"She's a beauty! Doesn't throw fits. Let's me do whatever I need to and I don't even need to put in much effort." You two life your heads, listening to Chris until Leon speaks up.

"Where'd you find her?"

"Street corner!" Chris's wife stands up, about to walk over until Leon's wife grabs her arm and forces her back in the seat.

"Some guy was moving and selling the old girl so I scooped her up and brought her home."

He's talking about the fucking grill...

Chris's wife sighs in relief. Feeling her heart return to her body as she chugs the rest of her wine. She was fully ready to knock some sense into that man...

Eventually Lulu walks over and wants to help her dad cook. He'd grab her little apron and make her stand by the side of the grill on a chair and hand his cheese slices for the burgers. Her apron:

To which Leon looks at Violet and asks her why she doesn't help him grill at home while she's getting one of the barrel juices from the kids cooler.

"You gonna pay me daddy?" He's stunned for a second and stares at her.

"What? Why would I pay you?"

"I was told to never do a job for a man who didn't pay me what I deserved."

"Who told you that?"

"Mommy." Leon looks up at his wife who's sipping her wine. Daring him to say a word. He just ruffles Violets he hair up.

"Good advice. Go play." His wife nods, going back to her conversation while Violet runs off.

I'd imagine the game would be a massive deal to the both of them. Like it's their teams against each other and they have a bet going. The game goes into overtime and eventually Leon's team wins and he's so excited he goes to cheer but sees his two girls are out like a light inside the living room of the house so he just tries keeping in his excitement so the kids can sleep until they finish packing up to go home.

#leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x fem reader #leon s kennedy #chris redfield x reader #chris redfeild x reader #chris redfield x y/n #🌿 ivy writes #🌿 ivy replies #🏘️ domestic life with chris redfield #🏡 domestic life with leon kennedy

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dollfacefantasy · 2 months

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daddy kink with chris and you’re overstimulated and crying and he kisses your hair and tells you it’s okay… like, he acts like he’s helping but also doesn’t slow down at all… he started going harder once he saw you crying…

pairing: chris redfield x fem!reader

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, oral (fem receiving), daddy kink, overstimulation, dacryphilia

word count: 2.9k

a/n: ermmmm this is pure smut but school has me too tired to do a full fic and i wanted to make a picture so yeah hehe. thank you for this ask, it's right up my alley. i hope you like :) as always reblogs and comments mean the world <3

Today was a bad day for Chris. Or at least it had been until he got home and found you, laying in bed without a care in the world. He tried to be normal about it at first, he really did. He nodded a hello as he walked through the bedroom and settled the dust from his day. He went through the motions, breathing deeper to try and chill out. But as he looked at you, the more the urge built within him to get rid of some of that tension, pump it all deep inside of you. He couldn’t help it. He was just so overwhelmed, and he needed his little stress reliever to help him out.

He climbs on the bed and slots himself next to you. His lips find your neck immediately. You can feel the raw need in his movements. A giggle bubbles from your lips as part of his facial hair scratches against your neck. Poor baby, clueless as to what was in store for you. Your ear meets your shoulder to give him some more room on your throat, and he doesn’t let it go to waste. Nipping at your skin, tongue laving over the small love bites he litters you with. You moan and shift slightly as the tingling from your neck drips down your spine to the pit of your belly.

“Chris…” you whimper.

He doesn’t remove his mouth from you though. Amateur mistake. He was obviously in a mood. Your eyes flutter as his large hand squeezes your waist.

“Daddy…” you correct yourself.

A sharp breath fans across your neck as he briefly disconnects. “What is it, baby? Feeling needy too?” he asks before kissing your throat a bit more.

“Mhm,” you hum softly, sinking down on the bed more.

He chuckles against your throat, one of his hands pulling on your thigh to spread your legs. His fingers only tease your inner thigh for now. They don’t coast across the part of you that aches for him.

“So easy, precious,” he breathes before scooting down.

He positions himself between your legs and tugs your shorts down quickly. After they’re discarded, he presses his lips to the skin the pads of his fingers had just been smoothing over. His breath hitches at the soft, plush warmth of your flesh. You bite your lip and merely watch him close in. He can feel your gaze, and it only serves to make his semi-hard cock even stiffer.

Looping his arms over your thighs, he pulls you even closer. Your head squishes on a couple pillows as he buries his face between your legs against your clothed cunt. He inhales so deep that it’s audible. So is the groan he lets out after. You feel his lips against the fabric of your panties before he licks the cloth too. The pleasure was dulled by the barrier, but it still got you going seeing how needy he was.

He drags his nose against the garment to take in more of your scent before using his mouth again on your covered pussy. More arousal collected beneath as you watched him go at it. With a small impatient wriggle of your hips, you whine in anticipation.

“Just a second, honey. Wanna enjoy this,” he grumbles.

It honestly felt like he was trying to suffocate himself between your thighs. That’s even more true once he finally yanks your panties off. He’s right back to what he was doing, smothering himself with you. Your head falls back as he laps at your folds, grunting at the taste of your slick on your tongue. He sucks on your clit while flicking his tongue against it, making your arms flail while you cry out for him.

Your heels dig into his back while you whimper and writhe. He holds you in place and devours you. You can still hear those sharp breaths coming from him, each one is calculated since he seems insistent on not coming up for air.

This wasn’t too out of the ordinary. Chris was always a pretty dedicated lover for you. He never teased too much, but usually he would mumble a few things here and there. Not now though. It seemed he was lost in a haze of lust, eating you out for his own reasons rather than your pleasure.

You’re sure of this when you reach your first high. You shriek and jerk, legs trembling and only secured by his strong arms. Gasping, your fingers claw at the blankets on the bed. Despite all this though, he doesn’t stop when you should be coming down.

“Daddy,” you whimper and squeeze your eyes shut. You can’t even verbalize that it’s too much. A string of whines leaves you instead, and your words come out jumbled. Your legs pointlessly kick as he continues licking up your cunt.

“It’s ok, dolly. Daddy just needs some more time with this pretty pussy,” he grunts, “It’s gonna feel good, ok?”

You whimper again as you nod, barely stuttering out an “ok” before he dives back in. He makes out with it, taking in all of you that he can. Flattening his tongue and dragging it over your sore clit, he sends shocks through your body. You feel like static on a broken tv, vibrating as he works you closer to the edge again.

The sheets twist and crumple underneath you from the way he has you squirming and shifting around. Your legs go taut as you crash through release for a second time. It doesn’t take as long since you were so sensitive from having just cum. You squeak this time, quieter than the last. Your limbs shudder with more intensity though, and your eyes roll back.

And he still keeps going. You move your legs more this time, to which he responds by tightening his grip. Breathy whines continuously tumble from your lips. Your mind is melting down into a puddle. You can’t find the words to protest this time, so you don’t. That’s fine with him. He continues on, chin completely coated with your slick at this point.

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip in an attempt to restrain the pathetic noises coming from you. The way he went all in, you’d think you were the best thing he ever tasted. He’s not even rocking his hips into the mattress. All his focus is on you, the way he maneuvers his mouth on you. It’s not long until you’re cumming for the third time.

He’s still not showing any signs of letting up, so you will yourself to intervene.

“Chris!” you yelp without thinking, your hips bucking in time with your plea.

“Who?” he growls without looking up.

“Daddy… I can’t,” you whine, correcting yourself for the second time tonight.

“Oh, I know you can, sweetheart,” he says before a lewd noise sounds through the room as he latches back onto your clit.

You nearly shout at the sensation, shaking your head wildly. Your voice is growing more whiny, and your head is sinking into that state where everything is soft and syrupy, like a waking world of dreams.

“Mm-mm, I- I need a break. It- mmph- it’s too much,” you whimper and squirm around harder.

He digs his fingers in, set on keeping you where you are. He actually does take a break to look up at you. His eyes connect with your own.

“Does it feel bad, princess?” he asks.

You stumble through your thoughts to try to think of how to articulate yourself. “No…” you say slowly, “It…”

During your pause, he interjects. “So it feels good, yeah?” he asks. He’s condescending for sure, just the way you like him to be.

“Well yeah. But it’s too much,” you say, lip puffing out into an automatic pout.

He chuckles and shakes his head, lowering himself to press a few tender kisses to your pulsing bundle of nerves. “Just one for me, baby. Daddy just wants to play with his favorite girl after a long day,” he says before his tongue returns to your folds.

Your head falls back again as your mind spins with the heat swirling inside you. One more. You could take one more. But if it was anymore than that, you were pretty sure you’d go numb.

You were already going a little dumb. Whiny, squirmy, no thoughts inside your head except for what was happening in the moment. Your body was moving on instinct, you didn’t have much control at this point.

He does give you the tiniest break as he fucks his tongue into you rather than attacking your clit. It’s still stoking the flames of sensitivity, but the pleasure is much more muted. But as soon as you think to be relieved about this, his mouth is all over you, and that burning sense of overstimulation is back.

Your thighs lock around his head. You would be concerned about cutting off his air flow, but it seemed like that was his goal anyways. Your shirt was clinging to your form, highlighting how your breasts heaved and puffed up and down with each gasp.

It feels like a never ending fuse, but finally, you hit that “one more” he wanted. You gush all over his face yet again. Ecstasy stabs through you. A long moan erupts from you before devolving into a collection of unintelligible mumbles.

He chuckles into you and gives a couple more licks before he actually pulls off. You had started to wonder if he ever actually would.

“Good girl,” he purrs, “Such a sweet baby, always doing what daddy asks.”

You lazily nod, dumb little smile gracing your features. He pets your head, a few soft strokes before getting up to undress himself. You’re too out of it to really pay much attention to that though.

Your little break is over just as quick as it began. He climbs on top of you again, peppering your face and neck with kisses.

“Wanna see these pretty tits bounce while I’m inside,” he murmurs as he peels your shirt off of you. He moves your limbs like a doll’s to rid you of your top. You’re limp, pliable, simply moving where he guides you.

Once you’re fully nude beneath him, he lines himself up. Swiping his tip through your soaked center, he doesn’t waste much time teasing. He slides in groaning as he sinks into your heat, savoring each inch of your wet embrace.

“She’s been missing her daddy,” he mutters, “So fuckin’ tight for me.”

You give another weak nod as a response. He starts rocking, slow at first, easing into a rhythm. You’re so tender though, it doesn’t feel as slow. You whimper with each of his movements. Every poke within you feels like another jab to your already overwhelmed center.

You call out for him, using it as a reprieve from the overwhelming sensations. His cock is heavy and thick just like every other part of him. You can feel that simply from the way it stretches you out and pulsates between your walls.

Soon enough he finds a pace he likes. It’s quick, but he’s not jack-hammering. He’s stroking you deep for sure, head of his cock kissing your cervix and prodding against all your other spots that send jolts of pleasure through your body.

You were so shaky, trying your best to cling onto Chris for some sense of stability. Your arms loop around his neck, legs weakly attached to his hips. The air around you feels heavy as if it’s pressing you further into the mattress, aiding him in keeping you trapped beneath his large form.You can’t contain the array of sounds flowing from you. Your mind is too fucked out and hazy to worry about self-restraint.

“Good girl, baby. Keep making all those cute little noises. Let me hear how much you need it,” he mumbles into your ear between pants. Some sloppy kisses land on your temple before he seems to start working his hips even harder than before.

You’re taut like a rubber band about to snap, thrumming with the slightest touch. Your eyes squeeze shut as you try to cope with the all consuming pleasure inside you. It’s like you can barely breathe. All you have right now is Chris. Nothing else is registering.

You’re babbling, trying to show some of how you’re feeling, but it’s all unintelligible. He can really only make out “daddy” and a few “I love yous.” Everything else is as muddled as the thoughts in your head.

He does understand when you choke out “daddy need to cum.” And like the good guy he is, he indulges you. He speed up more, slamming his hips against you with brutal force. The headboard is beating against the wall, and your body rocks in time from the momentum.

Continuing to kiss and suck on your throat, he chuckles. “Already came… what? Four times? And you still want more. You’re getting so spoiled, princess,” he teases.

You can’t really think of a defense in this state. Instead, you weakly shake your head and whimper “‘m not spoiled.”

He laughs louder and thrusts harder. “I’ll have to be careful with you. Can’t have you turning into a total brat on me,” he says.

Before you can protest this slander, he thrusts extra hard and knocks you over the edge. You practically scream. Your body locks up, and you convulse involuntarily. Tears build up in your eyes. When you open them, they’re glossy. Droplets already threaten to spill over the waterline.

He’s still slamming his cock in and out. You’re stretched thin. You feel like you’re gonna pass out at this point. The euphoria must be constricting your lungs or something. You start crying. Not just little teardrops rolling down your cheeks. No. Actual cries begin bursting from you, and it isn’t long before they morph into sobs. Tears do flow, your eyes and cheeks feel perpetually wet. A single blink unleashes more every time.

And once he hears that first cry, all teasing is gone from Chris’s demeanor. Though, it’s not replaced by concern. Sure, he feels a twinge of sympathy scratching at his heart, but it’s not the dominant emotion running through him.

Your crying just… does something to him. Something primal he can’t control. Something primitive he forgets exists until he has you beneath him like this. Those round cheeks streaked with tears, face twisted up in desperation, glossy eyes looking at him with complete reverence. It takes everything not to blow his load right when he sees it. It’s above him the way his hips instinctively go harder. He was basically jack-hammering now like his intention was to ruin you.

But you’re still his baby. He kisses your cheek, tasting the faintest hint of salt as your tears meet his lips. His hand that’s not supporting him, strokes your neck.

“It’s ok, baby bear. Daddy’s right here,” he coos as if he isn’t the one bringing you to tears.

You gasp and whimper. The words “I know” barely make it from your lips, but they reach his ears. His own body is getting stiff as his release bubbles up within him. He grits his teeth and keeps thrusting, grunting at how tight you’re clamped around him, walls massaging his shaft with each stroke.

“So pretty when you cry, sweet girl. Such a sensitive baby,” he whispers into your hair, “My baby bear. Just a little more.”

You’re just hanging on, nodding along to what he says as your tears flow. You’re not chasing release. Even though you feel like you’re locked into a high right now, you don’t feel like you could cum again. You think you’d rupture something if you did.

Chris, on the other hand, knows it’s right around the corner. His jaw clenches as his eyes droop. His hand tightens into a fist in your hair, tugging a little on the locks. His breathing becomes harsher, his body is coated with sweat as he keeps working to that peak.

“Daddy’s gonna take such good care of you. You’ve been so good. I’m so proud of you,” he coos between kisses to your head.

Again, your head bobs in a weak nod. You’re limp on the bed when his body locks up and he buries himself as deep inside your cunt as he can go. He moans with his release. You can feel the muscles in his arms and chest flexing as the pleasure washes over him. He exhales deeply before collapsing on top of you. He’s smothering you, and normally, you’d complain, but you’re not really in the mood right now.

Your bodies are molded together. You can’t even really tell where he ends and you begin. You’re both catching your breaths. For you, you’re regaining awareness of everything that isn’t the man on top of you.

You just lay like that for a while until finally, he pulls out and rolls off of you. You’re not left alone though because he pulls you into his lap, cradling you against his chest like a plush toy. He’s looking down at you with all the love in the world. His thumb swipes across your cheeks to wipe away all the remaining tears.

“You ok?” he whispers and kisses your face a few times.

“Mhm,” you hum, sinking further into his embrace.

“Good,” he says while beginning to rub your back, “I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

He knows this is what you need right now. In a few minutes, he’ll get you up, put you in the bath, make you a drink. But right now, he knows you just want him to hold you like the precious thing you are.

#chris redfield x reader #chris redfield x y/n #chris redfield x you #chris redfield imagine #chris redfield smut #resident evil imagines #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #resident evil x you #smut

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nexysworld · 11 months

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Focus Time

Read on AO3 🖤 Requests are Open 🖤 Masterlist Summary: When the brother is away, the boys will play (with the reader)

Alternatively: When the teasing of your brother's annoying friends turns into a lot better of a time than you expected.

Pairing: Older Brother's Best Friends Chris and Leon x Fem!Reader Tags: NSFW, Smut, Edging, Fingering, threesome, DP, P in V sex, Slight dubcon, unprotected sex, oral female receiving, creampie aftercare, no use of Y/N Wordcount: 4k

The noises blasting from the basement were driving you insane. It was bad enough that your brother’s stupid friends were over all the time as is, but ever since your father got that surround sound system, you couldn’t even hear yourself think. You hated his friends, Chris Redfield and Leon Kennedy, too. Despite growing up around them, they never grew on you, especially considering their constant teasing and picking on you. Honestly, your only solace was that at least they were leaving you alone for now – the gaming systems downstairs having distracted them – but that was just trading one frustration for another.

Sighing, you leaned back in your chair and rubbed your temples. All you were trying to do was focus on studying. Briefly, you considered going downstairs and demanding they turn everything down, but knowing they would take the opportunity to antagonize you, you decided on a different option – headphones.

Blasting some music into your ears you returned to your position, hunched over your textbook, scrawling notes onto the paper next to it. It wasn’t long until you’d forgotten about the trio downstairs entirely completely focused on your work, even beginning to sing out loud to yourself. Unfortunately, you were so absorbed in your music and studying you didn’t hear your bedroom door creak open, or the two new people who’d decided to enter uninvited. A hand was placed on your shoulder, causing you to squeal and nearly throw the headphones off of your head, swiveling around in the chair to see Chris and Leon standing next to each other cracking up and laughing.

“What the hell? Get out! Get out!” You shouted, face red both with anger and embarrassment from being startled as well as the fact you were only wearing an oversized t-shirt and underwear. “Oh but Princess, we were just enjoying the concert,” Leon said, Chris still having his hand over his mouth to stifle more laughter. “H-how long were you listening?” You were too stirred up by the overall situation to acknowledge the nickname. “Just the last two songs.” “Why are you even in here?” You demanded, though your words lacked the bite you intended too humiliated from being caught. Finally containing himself, Chris spoke. “Because, your Bro zonked out early and we got bored, so we came to check on our favorite little sis.”

“Well, now you have. So get out!” This time you chucked a wadded-up piece of paper at them, it hit Chris in the chest and promptly fell to the floor. It was clear that your paper weapon was not going to have either of them budging. “C’mon don’t be like that” Leon said walking over to you. “ ‘sides, what’s keeping you up so late, anyway?” He asked looking over at your desk. “Studying. Which you’re distracting me from, so if you don’t mind, leave.” “Studying, huh?” Leon looked over to Chris and they gave each other a knowing nod that made your stomach twist. “Why don’t we stay and keep you company then?” Chris walked over to stand next to Leon. “Yeah come on, we promise we’ll behave, you won’t even know we’re here.” “That’s what you always say, I’m not going to fall for this again.” “We promise.” They said in unison. Chris continues on, “Pinky swear.” “If I don’t say yes you’re just going to keep asking aren’t you?” The two nod. “You know us so well.” Leon adds with a smirk.

After a long drawn out sigh, you decided to agree, knowing there was no point in arguing. “Fine, but I’m holding you to that promise.” You linked your pinky with Chris’. “Of course, the pinky swear is a sacred pact.” Leon chimed in. “Cross our hearts and hope to die.” Chris adds.

You turn back to your work. “Here’s to hoping,” you say mockingly, crossing your fingers before picking the pencil back up. You swear you hear them high five behind you, but you decide to ignore it, and put your headphones back on. Bad choice. Not even five minutes late you hear rummaging behind you and the sound of stifled laughter through the music in your ears.

“Dude, shut up, she’ll hear you.” Chris’ hushed voice was heard.

You turned to look at them and saw all your dresser drawers were pulled out, the stuff inside in disarray. Each of them held a ‘toy’ in their hand, the one in Leon’s turned on and vibrating. Neither noticed you had turned around.

Leon went to smack Chris with the vibrating dildo but Chris blocked it with the one he was holding. Quickly it devolved into them sword fighting with the toys. “Nice try Redfield, but you’ll never disarm me.” “What comic book villain did you get that line from, loser?” Chris asked, colliding the red silicone against the purple one in Leon’s hand. The two continued their noble battle until Leon looked over and saw you staring with crossed arms, an unamused look on your face. He froze instantly, Chris was a little late on the upkeep so he managed to thwack Leon in the face before he realized you were watching. “You two promised to behave, what the hell are you doing?”

“Uh…..we were trying to be quiet.” Leon offered. “Yeah, really we didn’t mean to distract you. We just couldn’t help ourselves.” “Out!” You said furiously, getting up and yanking the toys back from them before putting them back into the drawer and, slamming it closed. “Aw come on, don’t we at least deserve a second chance? I mean we were being better behaved than usual.” Leon asked moving closer to you. “He’s right, we were doing our best. But hey I have a better idea, let us make it up to you, we can help you study.” “I don’t need your help!” “Ok. Ok. Maybe what you really need is a break then, we can help with that too.” Leon offered. “What I need, is to finish studying, so if you two would just get the –” “Studying it is then!” Chris said before you could finish.

Leon lifted you up carrying you back over to your desk chair, placing you onto his lap. Ignoring how nervous you were to be sitting on him with just underwear – though you were silently thankful they hadn’t brought that up – it seemed they were serious about helping. Chris lifted up the textbook and began flipping through the chapter you were reading while Leon eyed the notes you had written, wrapping one arm around you to keep you planted on his lap. Chris said something to you, but you didn’t hear it, too focused on the feeling of heat against your back and the smell of Leon’s cologne. It was spicy, causing your brain to go a little fuzzy every time you inhaled it. Plus, when did he get so strong? He lifted you up like you were nothing just a moment ago.

Chris snapped his fingers in front of you twice. “Hey ditzy, you listening?” “Uh..yeah.” You said lamely, swallowing a lump in your throat. Your eyes now tracked upwards to Chris. God he looked strong, too, with his biceps threatening to bust his shirt open like some cheesy action movie. When he leaned down to make sure he had your attention, his citrus and mint scent hit you like a truck – the combination of both of them had your nerves feeling like live wires, it was hard to focus on anything else.

What the fuck was wrong with you right now?

But then again…when did the two of them get so handsome too. With Chris’ broad shoulders and strong jaw, you briefly wondered what it would feel like if you got to rub your cheek against the scruffy stubble he had. And Leon too, were his eyes always so pretty and blue?

Forget those thoughts. Please, forget those thoughts, you begged your own brain. “Are you sure you’re listening?” When did Leon’s voice start to sound so- god, please make these feelings stop.

It was too late, you already felt heat building up between your legs, underwear becoming clingy with wetness. You squirmed a little on Leon’s lap trying to ease the discomfort, and hopefully not create a wet spot on his pajama pants. You were having the world’s hardest time concentrating on any actual conversation. “You seem flush,” Chris said leaning forward. “Not feeling well all of a sudden, got a fever? That why you can’t talk, baby?”

“N-no…” You stammered, trying to get up, but Leon tightened his grip. First ‘Princess’ and now ‘Baby,’ the pet names were new and they were killing you. They shouldn’t sound so good coming from their voices. Chris eyed you and then his gaze traveled lower, feeling self-conscious you yanked your t-shirt down further to cover yourself. “Hiding something?” “N-no! Can’t you both just go?” “Aww but we’re just trying to help,” Leon said nuzzling his chin into your neck and shoulder, wrapping his other arm around you like a hug. “You two are so annoying!” You tried getting up again but were still denied the autonomy to move. Chris raised a brow and tugged up the hem of your shirt slightly. He put his hand on his chin as if he was considering everything. “Oh…I think I know what the issue is.” “Mm, yeah? What might that be?” Leon asked, adjusting his leg so that it was firmly between your thighs, pressing against your heat – very obviously pretending that he had no idea what was going on. The motion caused a jolt of pleasure to shoot up through your body, a noise escaping your lips without permission. “Ah, I see…” Leon said matching Chris’ tone. “Looks like you’re making a mess all over my lap baby.” The words were equally mortifying as they were sexy, causing your clit to throb. Your mouth hung open, not able to muster a response. Chris reached down and gently swiped two fingers along the wet part of your panties, giving your clit the stimulation it had been craving, a mewl working its way out of you. “Poor Princess, so worked up just for us.” “That explains why you’re always so feisty pretty girl. You been this pent up this whole time? All you had to do was ask and we’d have taken such good care of you.” Leon purred, running a hand up your shirt until he was cupping your right breast, massaging it softly.

Their affection had your head going all foggy while your body was set alight with an arousing heat you’d never experienced before. A brief moment of clarity came over you and you reminded yourself who these two were. Your brother’s friends. The banes of your existence. This was not going to happen, you shook your head to get your bearings before you slapped Chris’ hand away and tried to wrench Leon’s arms off of you.

“Uh uh.” Chris said shaking his head. “Wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of us to abandon a girl in need. Even if she is a little brat.”

“Be easy, Sweetheart.” Leon cooed, working his other hand up your shirt, playing with both breasts and pulling you to lean closer back into him.

Any protest you had died in your throat when Chris’ fingers resumed their place on the outside of your panties, slick covering his fingers through the fabric. You keened into their touching, soon feeling Leon’s clothed boner pressing into you. Chris’ own erection was obvious in his pants as well from where he stood in front of you, straining against the cotton fabric.

Soon his fingers were pulled away from your lower half in favor of assisting in tugging your shirt off. You whined at the loss of contact and ground down onto Leon’s leg desperate to not lose all of the delicious heat that was building up. “Christ, I think she’s even needier than we thought.” Leon said, cock throbbing at your movement. “Looks like it.” Chris agreed, reaching down to grab at your legs, halting your movements. “Don’t be so impatient baby, we got you.”

“Kiss me.” You whimpered breathlessly reaching your arms out and wrapping them around his neck pulling him closer. Chris didn’t need to be told twice as he crashed his lips into yours, immediately deepening it by using his tongue to explore your mouth. Leon obliged the request as well from behind, pressing small kisses along your shoulder and neck, before sucking a bruise into the skin, making you buck slightly and moan into Chris’ mouth. When Chris pulled away, he tugged you up, Leon removing his arms so you could allow yourself to be led to the bed where he laid you down on your back. Leon followed and sat next to you, leaning down to kiss you as Chris worked your wet panties down your legs, pulling them off. The cold air hitting your pussy made you shudder. Leon’s tongue was halfway down your throat when Chris had darted his own forward, lapping at your clit. A strangled noise escaped your mouth. Never had you been this turned on before, getting lost in the sensations of the two of them. Your brain was becoming overstimulated trying to pick which sensation to focus on, soon any thought functionality was shut down as pure hazy lust took over. Your hips bucked up wildly chasing pleasure against Chris’ face before he wrapped his strong arms around your legs holding them in place, so he could continue at his own pace. It was just fast enough to keep the pleasure where it was at, but not enough to bring you to completion. In a fit of frustration you worked your hands up Leon’s shirt, to paw at his muscles while you matched the intensity of his kissing. The second there was a break in the kiss you whined to Leon. “Chris‘ bein’ mean, too much teasing.” Leon chuckled. “Hear that Redfield? You’re not being very nice to our Princess here. As a gentleman I can’t allow that.” He leaned down pushing Chris’ face away from your sopping pussy earning another whine. From where he was leaning over you, he took over from Chris, using the tip of his tongue to circle your clit. Chris unwrapped one arm from your leg so he could press two fingers into your heat pumping them in and out while Leon continued to attack your sensitive bundle of nerves. The stimulation was driving you wild as you gripped the bedding beneath you so hard your knuckles turned white. Your screams of pleasure turned into frustation as Chris removed his fingers, and Leon leaned back. “Oh no, you didn’t think we’d let you get off that easy, did you?” Your foggy mind took a moment to recognize the voice as Leon’s.

“What happened-” You are cut off with a moan as Chris re-inserts his fingers, beginning to thrust back into you at a agonizingly slow pace. “Come on” You whine, moving your hips- hoping to get any additional stimulation. “What happened to being a gentleman?”

You hear a chuckle from Chris. “Where’s the fun in bein’ a gentleman? Besides, I think it’s high time for a little payback from how you were talking to us earlier, dont you think?” “He’s right baby, always so mean to us, trying to kick us out when we just wanted to help.” Leon gave you a mock pout.

A mewling whine left your lips. “There we go, keep it coming baby.” Chris said continuing to thrust his fingers in and out, Leon adding to the pleasure once more when he leans back in to lap at your sensitive clit, overstimulating you until tears ran down your face.

“Damn Redfield, you really are a menace” Leon leaned back once more and chuckled, watching Chris pick up the pace before moving back up your body to kiss the tears off of your cheeks. “It’s ok Baby, just focus on me.” He cooed, connecting your lips together again. So close to your peak once more, Chris pulled free of your cunt, ruining yet another orgasm. He stood to tug his shirt and pants off. Breaking away from the kiss, Leon stood and followed suit, making a show of stripping his clothes off before returning to his spot next to you. “Think you can keep going?” Chris asked, giving his own cock a few pumps.

When you didn’t respond, Leon piped up, brushing a few sweaty strands of hair out of your face. “Hey baby girl, I know you’re a little dumb right now, but he asked you a question. You want us to keep making you feel good, yeah?” You nodded against his touch, panting harshly against his palm.

“Good girl.” Chris said stepping forward until he was back in front of the bed. “Now why don’t you keep showing us what a good girl you are by trusting us, ok?”

You weren’t entirely sure what he meant until Chris tugged you up by your arms so you were sitting before lifting you up, holding you with one arm wrapped around your back and the other under your butt. You clung to him as he backed away from the bed giving space for Leon to stand up behind you.

“Promise we won’t drop you.” Leon said, helping Chris support your weight so he could reach down and line himself up with your entrance. Soon you felt the stinging stretch as Chris bottomed out in you, he gave you a moment to adjust only rocking his hips slightly in shallow thrusts. “Jesus, you’re so fucking tight.” He groaned, using all of his willpower to not slide you up and down his shaft like a human fleshlight.

As Chris found his rhythm inside you, knowing when and where to grind to turn your brain further into mush, you began to lose track of anything other than the feeling.

Once slick was dripping to the floor as his thrusts sped up, Leon teased your entrance with his own painfully hard cock. A pitiful whimper left your mouth, as you were brought a bit back to awareness at the prodding. “N-not gonna fit.” You pleaded. “Sure it will baby, ya’ just gotta relax f’me.” Chris stopped his movements to make it easier for Leon to slide himself in, which he did agonizingly slowly, inch by inch until he was balls deep. The feeling was overwhelming, never having been so stretched and full before. An unintelligable string of words left your mouth as you flopped forward, resting your chin on Chris’ shoulder. The two of them gave you a few moments to adjust to their intrusion before they began to move.

They worked in sync, one pulling out while the other was thrusting back in, not giving the sensitive spot inside of you a single break. “That’s it baby, such a good girl.” Chris praised. “Fuck, taking us so good.” Leon added, reaching a hand between you and Chris to rub at your sensitive bud.

You were squished between both of them as they pounded your sopping hole and showered you with praises. Bathing in their affections, you were so close again. “G-gonna cum–”

“That’s it, go ahead and cream around our cocks, sweet girl.” Chris praised.

The built up heat in your core finally snapped sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body. Shouts of their names left your mouth as they worked you through your orgasm. It was obvious they were close as their thrusts became less rhythmic and their praises died out into grunts.

Chris was the first to finish, his grip on you tightening so hard you were sure there would be bruises later. You could feel his hot cum filling your insides, the sensation making you shiver further in pleasure as you worked through the aftershocks of your orgasm. He slipped his softening cock out of you, but held you in place for Leon, who followed close behind spilling more hot ropes of cum.

Your mind came back to you as Leon pulled out, cunt spasming weakly from the leftover stimulation of just how empty you now feel. You moan a little into Chris’s shoulder again as their essence drips out of you.

“You’ve been so good for us, princess.” Chris kisses your cheek and murmurs into your ear. “How about we get you cleaned up, yeah?” He motions with a quick flick of his eyes towards your door, that Leon immediately picks up the meaning of.

“Yeah,” You hear Leon’s voice get softer as he pads away from you to the other side of the room, followed by the sound of a door opening and the shower starting. “Our princess did so well, I think she deserves some pampering.”

You hear the footsteps coming closer and feel a soft kiss on the back of your neck, before you feel Leon perch his chin on your shoulder. You hum sleepily and lean your head back against him.

“How about it, baby? Quick shower and we promise we’ll let you sleep.” Leon leans back from you and begins walking to the bathroom once he sees your small nod.

“We’ll even make it real nice for you, be all gentlemanly this time.” Chris pipes in as he, still carrying you with you clutching him like a sleepy Koala, making his way after Leon to your bathroom.

The rush of warm water running over your body was so relaxing to your already spent muscles, you could’ve fallen asleep right there and you almost did until you nearly collapsed into Chris. He gently pushed you back into Leon’s arms. Afraid they wanted to go for round two, you whined and attempted to wiggle out of his grasp. “No, can’t do anymore.”

”I know, I know. Shh. We promise no more, we just gotta clean you out a bit so you don't feel so gross when you wake up” Leon said softly, supporting your weight against him. The feeling of the washrag against the soreness between your legs caused you to groan slightly.

”That’s a good girl, we’re almost done” Leon murmurs into your ear, watching as Chris finishes washing you up. Once done with the obvious mess, they work together to clean the rest of you. Chris takes the opportunity to use his large hands, rubbing the soap into your sore muscles like a massage. Leon behind you gently prods at your scalp with his fingers working the shampoo through your hair. “S’nice.” You mumble, closing your eyes to enjoy the sensation. They share a grin over your shoulder at the compliment, as they finish by rinsing you off.

Once finished with you, they take turns holding you close so they can quickly wash themselves off before the shower is turned off and you’re being wrapped in a plush sized towel. Leon picked you up bridal style and nuzzled at your cheek. “Now lets get all warm and cozy and get some sleep, yeah?” He asked, walking back to your bedroom. Leon sets you on the bed, where you almost nod off until Chris starts pulling his discarded T-shirt over your head, and helps you step into fresh underwear. “There we go princess, all clean, all dressed.” You flop back onto the bed barely able to keep any level of consciousness but still present enough to whine and reach out for them when they’re not immediately climbing in with you. Chris chuckles, “Don’t worry we’re not leaving.” The two of them make quick work of pulling on their own discarded boxers and pants from earlier before finally climbing into the bed, sandwiching you between them. “See baby? We’re right here.” Leon says, rubbing soothing circles into your lower back while you bury your face in his chest. “That’s right. Hope you know you’re ours now baby girl. Get some sleep.” Chris adds kissing the back of your neck. You were too tired to fully absorb the meaning of his words, already slipping into unconsciousness between them. Your last thought as you fall asleep is “maybe they're not so bad after all”.

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stuckinthesun · 10 months

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Nsfw Chris x Fem!Reader

“Don’t stop! Fuck I’m gonna cum I’m gonna-“ Your body arches and shakes as you cum, Chris fucking you through it and his fingers quickly rubbing your clit, making you see stars.

He doesn’t stop once you’re orgasm dies down though. Instead Chris keeps fucking you, driving his cock deeper, chasing his own release until the overstimulation is too painful for you.

“C-Chris,” You sob out, weakly reaching to grip his arms caging you to the bed, “Please g-give me a second.”

Chris’s hips stutter to a stop, his fingers now gripping the sheets as he grunts out in a noticeably deeper voice, “Course doll, sorry.”

You take a deep breath and watch as Chris sits up, still buried inside of you, and reaches over to his nightstand. He grabs his pack of cigarettes, opens it and pulls one out along with his lighter before setting the pack back.

Chris places the cigarette between his lips and lights it before tilting his head back and inhaling. You watch as his chest expands as he breathes the smoke into his lungs, and your eyes track the smoke as it floats through the air when he blows it out.

Watching Chris smoke has always been a guilty pleasure of yours, and now watching him do it while still deep inside of you has you desperately clenching around him.

Chris groans and looks down at you, raising an eyebrow as he pulls the cigarette away from his lips and turns his head to blow the smoke out, “Thought you needed a minute, baby?”

“You just-“ You blush and cover your face, embarrassed to admit this to him, “You look really good like that.”

“Like what?” He asked, genuinely confused, before realizing what you meant, “Wait, really? But you always yell at me to quit?”

“That’s for health reasons not kink reasons!” You huff, face still bright red.

Chris smirks at you as he takes another drag from his cigarette, “So you like seeing me with a cigarette in my mouth and my cock in your pussy?”

You clench around him again as a moan escapes your lips. Your moans only grow louder when Chris starts to roll his hips, his cock rutting up inside of you.

Soon he’s fucking you in earnest again, cigarette dangling from his lip, ashes flying everywhere. You can’t look away from him, he’s absolutely stunning like this, and you can already feel your second climax approaching.

“Fuck you’re so wet. Wish you would’ve told me about this sooner, we could’ve been doing this the whole time.” Chris grunted out around the half burnt stick in his mouth.

“Fuck Chris, so good fuck!” You cry out, reach up to pluck the cigarette from his lips so you could pull him into a kiss.

His tongue instantly pushed inside your mouth, sliding against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, being careful of the cigarette between your fingers, and pulled him closer.

Your orgasm rushed through you without warning, making you clamp around Chris and pull him right over the edge with you. He came inside of you, filling you up.

After a few more thrust Chris pulled away from the kiss and pulled out of you, making you both hiss. You handed him what little was left of the cigarette, which he gladly finished off before stubbing it out.

“We’re definitely doing that again.” Chris hummed before chuckling at your bright red face.

The fact that Chris smokes is just *bites fist*

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yourgentlegirlfriend · 1 month

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i’ve been hiding the comeback of apple pie for- months.

FIVE more chapters in the works and this is only the first one.

Apple pie part 6

Warnings: Mentions of throw up, angst and depictions of panic attacks.

I’m so excited for you guys to read this.

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ding

That chirping noise of the bell above the front door of your shop that somehow still made you jump even if you’ve been here every single day for 12 hours.

Was it smart to use all of your savings to open up your own flower shop? Probably not. Yet you didn’t have a single care in the world. Moving to the city was probably the best decision you could’ve made for yourself. Trying to forget a life you once knew, that person you used to be.

Your flower shop was unique though. Yes you sell bouquets, but If people were having a hard time picking what they wanted, you would make them a bouquet of their own 12 flowers. And since it was spring, business was booming. Your eyes flicked up, a wide smile growing across your face as you watched a man walk in, his eyes scanning over all of the separate bouquets.

Your fingers held at the knife in your hand, picking the thorns off the white roses between your fingers. Your form finally focuses back onto the bouquet you were creating, the pink ribbon resting on the counter. 12pm and the store was still this dead.

Your body jolted as the man who walked in earlier was in front of the counter, your finger pushing up onto the thorn on the stem making you hiss as you quickly pressed your now bleeding finger into your jeans before you looked up at him.

“What can I help you with?”

Handsome. The scruff on his face shaped perfection to him, and his smile was even better, his dark brown hair and broad shoulders making you wonder if he would be able to tell if you were staring.

“Sorry to scare you, Is your finger okay?”

His voice was like butter too? You were sure you looked almost starstruck, your head shaking as you let out a short laugh.

“Please, I’m my only employee, I cut myself so many times a week.”

The man chuckled softly, his eyes gazing over the braid on your shoulder and the glasses on your face. Then it hit you, this is the same man who’s been passing by every week. You noticed he would peer in whenever you were moving new pots in, but the shop is right next to a bakery so you assumed maybe people just looked.

“Not to sound like a stalker but, I was wondering If you wanted to go out sometime”

Was he really asking you out? Your heart was beating in your ears as you accidentally let out a huff, your eyes flickered around the shop as his hand rested against the counter.

“You’re asking somebody out and we haven’t even exchanged names?”

Your sentence made him smile yet again and god, did you enjoy seeing it. He shrugged, putting his larger hand out across the counter.

“You’re right, how rude of me. Chris Redfield.”

Your bleeding finger suddenly stopped, allowing you to reach your hand up, grabbing at his and smiling widely as you both exchanged a firm handshake.

“Well, I would love to go out sometime, Chris.”

Anybody should be flattered when a handsome man asks them out, right?

Right.

The view from your apartment was gorgeous. Especially at night time. The air lingered with silence as you poured yourself a glass of red wine, your heater turning on as you began to walk towards the chair you had facing the big open window by your living area. You sat down with a soft sigh, your legs crossing as you took a long sip of the thick red liquid. How many bottles did you go through this week anyways.

Your other hand comes up to rub your bare arm, your body flinching as you quickly pull your fingers away. A loud sigh leaves you as tears quickly weld in your eyes, the wine glass in your hand tilting back as you suddenly gulped down the liquid, a thin red line of spilled wine running down your chin as you just watched the active city below you.

Where could he be? You wondered as you wiped your chin, four years is a long time right? He has definitely forgotten after four years.

Maybe he went back for you.

This is a mental battle you’ve had with yourself everyday for the last year since you left your hometown. Selling your house to a single mom, who had promised to keep your garden alive when you left. The thought of him showing up to not find you always left you broken. But he had all that time, there’s no way he showed up.

It’s why you moved. You couldn’t keep yourself there with the hope that one day he would appear again. You had this sick fantasy that he would come back and everything would go back to normal, knowing it wasn’t going to happen. It killed your mental health and it still does.

Yet here you were, going on a date with some man that you don’t even know. You could hear Leon in the back of your head lecturing you about how stupid it is to give strangers your number, let alone your apartment number. You snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of a knock at the door, the sound of your heels clicking filling the apartment as you walked to the front and swung it open to see Chris.

You blinked at him a few times then looked down at the bouquet of pink roses and daisies in his hands. His arm extends to hand them to you carefully.

“Wow, these are beautiful, thank you so much.”

Yet there was a heavy feeling in your throat at the sight of the daisies. You refused to grow them at your shop and there was a reason why. You swallowed the lump in your throat, quickly inviting the man into the apartment as you hurried to the kitchen to put them in a vase.

“Not as beautiful as you though, not to sound overly sappy or anything.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you shook your head, tucking some hair behind your ear as you set the vase of flowers on your counter and looking at him.

“What, you talk to girls like this all the time?”

Chris shook his head as the two of you began to walk to the front door, his head shaking as he held it open for you and let you lock it.

“Personally, women don’t really talk to me”

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There’s no way women don’t talk to Chris redfield.

The two of you have been at this fancy restaurant he took you to for hours, laughing up a storm over random jokes and old childhood embarrassing stories. Your eyes scanned over his arms and his shirt before you tilted your head leaning forward a bit.

“I can’t believe I've never asked, what do you do for work?”

It’s to forward a question.

What if he lies to you?

How can you know he’s being honest-

“Well my career started when I was very young. I enrolled in the United States air force. Then I got tired of it I guess, started working at this place called Racoon City Police Department for a special service squad. Now I work for a private government agency, sorry if that scared you away. I know it may seem like my job is dangerous but I guarantee I'm fine.”

His honesty hit you like a truck. You blinked at him a few times processing what he had told you before a bell very similar to the one in your store rang in your head..

“Racoon City?”

You spoke, your fingers stopped tapping at the table as you looked across at Chris who just slowly nodded.

Don’t bring it up.

“Well it doesn’t push me away. I like a man in uniform.”

Hitting him back with corny pickup lines was your perfect solution.

“I’m supposed to go to this big company party next week, I don’t have a plus one. You should come with me.”

Chris spoke as he glanced at you after taking a bite of his food.

Saying yes was definitely far out of your comfort zone but, you’ve known him for about a month now. What could possibly go wrong anyways

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“Grief isn't just the mourn of death. Grief can hit you in so many ways, and the way it processes in your brain makes it harder to heal.”

Hearing your therapist's words made a soft sigh leave your lips as you just nodded your head. staring at the wall behind her as she just looked at you.

“You can’t hold onto the fact that maybe he was going to come back, you’ll drive yourself crazy forever.”

Plus, you had Chris now. He was an angel, he treated you so right and even if you didn’t want to talk about your ex- who wasn’t even really your ex but you were in love with him. He never made you happy.

Yet the way Chris treats you makes you wonder if the two of you could’ve been like this, sometimes you close your eyes and imagine that simple life with Leon but it can never happen. Not now.

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The weather has been so bad. Pouring every single day and Chris knows how much storms scare you. So staying at his house was definitely a blessing. The two of you weren’t dating yet, It’s only been two months and he says he knows what he wants but you’re not sure you believe him yet.

He works these awfully long hours leaving you alone in his house laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The sound of the rain growing heavier gains your attention as you glance over at the window, your heart suddenly racing as you clear your throat sitting up.

——-

The memory is clear as day still.

Your eyes fixated on your window in your bedroom. Your head snapping as you hear Leon whistle walking into the room.

“I hate-“

“You hate storms, you bring it up everytime it rains you know.”

Leon spoke with a small smile as he sat down on the bed, his fingers gently grabbing at your wrist, frowning slightly to feel how elevated your heart beat is. He quickly pulls you to his chest, making sure you’re comfortable. He loves how soft your hair is, his fingers running through the strands of your hair as you both soak in the silence.

“If something ever happened. Like we were to get separated and I haven’t seen you in years- I bet you’d pretend like you never knew me.”

Leon let your sentence settle for a second, his eyebrows frowned as he shook his head, his eyes dancing over the odd pattern of your ceiling as he gently gripped your shoulder and looked down at you.

“I would never pretend to not know you.”

——-

You don’t know why but the thought makes you sick. Sprinting to Chris’ bathroom, holding onto your stomach as you throw up, your hands grabbing at the floor now as tears quickly spring to your eyes. Then you’re gasping for breath, shaking your head as you stand up, your shaking palms reaching for the sink.

Everything is dizzy, and almost cloudy. You turn the water on, quickly splashing your face. Your vision is still dancing when you look up into the mirror, the edges starting to clear as you let out a long breath.

It’s hard being in a hole.

———————-

“Chris can you please zip this up, i don’t have the patience.”

The words came out jumbled and stressed, your skin rising with goosebumps when Chris’ fingers brush against your back, zipping up the dress with ease before he leans down slightly. Kissing at your shoulder as he grips at your arms. His thumbs caressing over your soft skin.

“As beautiful as the day I first saw you.”

Chris was what you needed. In a time where you felt most alone he showed up. He looked so handsome in his suit, you lick at your thumb as you fix his eyebrows, smiling as he grabs at your waist.

“You ready? Or do you need more time.”

He always worked around you.

“I’m ready but- thank you.”

Chris always rambled on about how his work space was honestly great. You couldn’t tell if he was lying because you use to say the same thing when you worked at the diner. The drive was suppose to be almost half an hour but it felt like two minutes.

Chris always opened the car door for you, his hand holding onto yours tightly as you two walked through the parking lot.

Your palms were sweaty, a feeling of unease lingering in the air.Something just felt off- almost like you were scared but of what?

Its badges of honor. Of course Chris was getting one but he didn’t tell you who else. The two of you were standing in the lobby of this giant hall forever, when the sound of Chris name made your head turn.

It all made sense. It felt like the blood was drained from your body, Chris’ hand slipping off your lower back to hug him.

Him?

Chris finally turns back to you, a wide smile on his face.

“Can’t believe I've never mentioned him. This is my friend, Leon.”

Your eyes are wide. Your throat feels like it’s swelling .

Leon too of course. His face white and his gaze fixated on your visibly shaken form

All before he extends his hand out to you.

“Leon Kennedy, pleasure.”

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