fairybones

all fics are smut & x cisfem!reader unless stated otherwise. I never use Y/N. ᵎᵎ = most popular/my favorites

★ one-shots ★

⟢ᵎᵎ Good Cops Quit - ao3 - wc: 8,9k re2 Leon - firefighter AU, afab!reader, fluff and smut, falling in love, workplace sex ⟢ᵎᵎ Better Than Ever - ao3 - wc: 5,9k re9 Leon comes home feeling better than he has in ages, and he knows just how to show you. ⟢ Leather Seats - ao3 - wc: 4,3k re9 Leon - porsche porn, one night stand

★ requests ★

⟢ Reader finds the jet ski key after Spain re4 Leon - afab!reader, wall sex, rough&reassuring, jealousy, make-up sex ⟢ Divorcees doing something they shouldn't - wc: 5,7k re9 Leon - missionary, slighttt breeding kink, heartwrench ⟢ᵎᵎ Non-refundable trip for two - ao3 - wc: 9,9k any era Leon - hate sex, one bed, sauna smut & more! ⟢ᵎᵎ Stray Cats & Old Dogs - wc: 11,1k re9 Leon - other woman!reader ⟢ Seven Minutes In Hell - re9 Leon/Grace! Reader - wc: 4k

★ drabbles ★

⟢ vampire leon x reader drabble (gn) ⟢ If Leon asked for more the day after Better Than Ever ⟢ Somnophilia - Leon/Spouse!Reader (gn) ⟢ Under & over the hood - Joel Miller/Reader

★ three’s company ★

⟢ Albert Wesker/Secretary!Reader/Ada Wong - wc: 5,2k

★ series indexes ★

⟢ The Condor & The Swan ⟣ Bodyguard!Leon Kennedy/Princess!Reader semi-AU 12 chapters - ao3 - chapter index

★ headcanons ★

⟢ re2 Leon is a secret pervert

★ eras ★

⟢ eras leon x deepthroating - afab!reader

★ only on ao3 ★ all nsfw ★

ᵎᵎ⟢ What's In A Name - wc: 3,6k ⟣ # - any!Leon, yearning, developing relationship, confessional sex, drinking It wasn’t that Leon hated his name, not at all. He just hated hearing it. It was always followed up by someone asking him for something. So you tried your best to extend your kindness to him, and to only use his name in positive ways. But maybe you ended up being too kind, and creating too much space in your life for him. ᵎᵎ⟢ The Fight For Heaven - wc: 5,1k ⟣ # - older!Leon, developing relationship, plot with porn, pregnancy You considered it a domestic partnership. Leon called you a kept woman. Whatever it was, it was the closest thing to marriage Leon could hope to have. With his job, he just hoped it’d be enough. ⟢ A Good Man Gone Astray - wc: 6k # - stepdad!Leon, angst, brat taming adjacent You’d been a nightmare to be around all day. You didn’t mean to be, you woke up on the wrong side of the bed is all. A bed you were dying of frustration on after failing to appease yourself. Leon was just trying to be a good step-dad. It wasn’t his fault that you arched into his touch. He only wanted to console you and fell down a well instead. ⟢ Like It's The End of the World - wc: 4,5k # - re2!Leon, during re2, gun play if u squint, dv mentions You wondered why the police stopped checking on you in your cell, and then they showed up undead. You thought you'd never escape until Leon Kennedy came. ⟢ From The Barrel of Your Eyes - wc: 3,1k # - plagas!Leon, dubcon, choking, blood and injury You’re on an undercover intel mission in a lonely and rural part of Spain that you were told would be simple. And it was, until your cover was blown and you lost connection to Hunnigan. Luckily, you crossed paths with Leon Kennedy, and you have a newfound sense of confidence. But your confidence is short lived as he starts blacking out, and his clear blue eyes turn red. ⟢ Let's Take Ten - wc: 2,4k # - re4!Leon, mission partners, stress relief “Are you sure you don’t want me to lead, princess?” “No, it’s fine.” It wasn’t often you were assigned to hands-on missions like this, hence why they sent such a seasoned agent along with you. Having him there was certainly a relief, but not enough to cut through your anxiety. “Your death grip on your gun says otherwise. We’ve cleared this area now, why don’t we take ten?” ⟢ First Day & First Times - wc: 2,6k # - re2!Leon, during re2, anal sex (reader receiving) “What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to try? Like, in bed?” He almost didn’t answer, but there was no reason to be shy with the last living person he may ever meet. “Honestly..? Anal.”

★ non-rebh works on ao3 ★

Leon had a bad feeling about Luis from the start, and it wasn’t exclusive to suspicions about his involvement in this cultish Spanish village. Sure, the way Luis dodged his questions about it put him on edge from the jump, but for some reason, that was secondary to what really had him irritated: Luis’ apparent effect on you.

Leon had kept you safely behind him upon first meeting the man, shielding you with an outstretched arm as he questioned him. When he looked back at you after Luis sauntered away, he expected a similar look of apprehension, but instead, there were stars in your eyes that twinkled with curiosity and not even a hint of mistrust. 

It didn’t help that Leon truly needed his help here. With the parasites in your bodies suppressed only by the medication Luis provided, telling him to get lost would be suicide. But every time he came around to supply more injectors or information and your attention fixed on Luis, it felt like death by a thousand stinging, itchy papercuts. 

Leon would have to be deaf, blind, and dumb to not notice the chemistry between you two, and it made his blood boil. Luis’ thinly veiled flirtations made his eye twitch, you playing into it makes his teeth grind, and every time you giggled at his jokes and blushed at his suave gestures of flattery, Leon wanted to wipe that damn smile off your face with his fist. 

Worse yet, Luis seemingly inspired some kind of coquetry in you that lingered well after he’d gone, clinging in the air like his stale cigarette smoke. Your bashfulness haloed you like an aura, so strong that Leon could literally see you glow with it even in dim corners of underground passages, and he swore he could hear the butterfly wings beating against your ribcage. His hand tightens around his knife with the urge to cut them out. 

Or no, those were novistador wings. Good thing he had his knife at the ready, at least. 

And that leads to the worst part of it all. Leon is working here, on a very important job with little room for distractions while there are bear traps, tripwires, and cultists waiting around every corner. You are beyond distracting, and you’re so caught up in your warm and fuzzies that you’re oblivious to the situation at hand. 

You’re cooing at the cows while you’re boot-deep in a puddle of gore. You’re smelling the flowers in the courtyard while mutated dogs growl around the turn. You’re telling Leon he’d look dashing in the armor of the knights he killed. You’re biting your lip and staring while he gauzes a gash on your thigh from barbed wire.

“I could’ve done this myself, you know.” 

“I need to make sure it doesn’t get infected,” Leon responds bluntly.

“Nah, you’re just showing off your—” you hiss as a movement stings, “—nursing abilities. Though you could work on your gentle touch.”

You teasingly poke his arm and he’s thankful his bangs cover his face as he purses his lips into a thin line. He doesn’t need to defend how gentle his hands can be when they aren’t focused on touching you as appropriately as humanly possible like they are right now. Definitely not. He shouldn’t think about touching you gently whatsoever. He’s definitely not thinking about it. 

He’s also definitely not thinking about the night you shared many years ago and how you’d reacted to his touch, how you cried out his name like a prayer as you came around his cock, and how for some reason, it’s never happened again. 

But you just keep on yapping, and now he’s thinking of ways to shut you up. Also not ideal. Every syllable fans the flames. 

“I can't imagine scrubs suiting you either, though. I bet you’d wear ones with cartoon characters on them. That’d be really funny. A white coat might be better but I also can’t really imagine you as a doctor... Imagine your one-liners when you’re telling a patient it’s terminal, yikes.”

“Stop talking.”

“What? You don’t like the sound of my voice?”

He scoffs and shakes his head. “You’re real lucky you’re pretty.”

Your mouth falling open in silent surprise is what makes Leon realize he said it out loud. 

“With charming bedside manner to boot,” you remark sarcastically. 

He huffs away the tightness in his chest as he finishes. He helps you up and continues walking forward, not dignifying it with a response and not seeing the little smile on your face, either. 

“We’re burning daylight, come on.”

Your smile drops as you work to catch up. “Wait for me, Doctor Kennedy.”

Charming. The word keeps rolling around in his mind. Maybe he’d been charming once upon a time, but that died around the same time his boyish looks fell away. Now those youthful, soft-hearted charms are nothing more than a fossil set deep inside his stone-like exterior, a relic of a long time ago, never to be excavated. He doesn’t have time to be charming anymore. And certainly not right now. 

Luis twists the knife over the crackle of the comms. 

“Come to my rescue, Prince Charming.”

It’s such an unbelievable coincidence that Leon wonders if fate is punishing him for something. Or maybe it’s a test, to see how far his buttons can be pushed before he grinds his teeth so hard he loses them. When you meet back with Luis again, he’s sure that must be the case. 

Your shoulders are squared towards Luis whenever he talks. And when he’s not, your eyes are glued to his hands as he twirls his gold zippo between his fingers idly. You mirror his body language, leaning against the walls with your weight on one hip, tilting your head and batting your lashes. You’re all but twirling your hair while Leon talks about parasites and rendezvous, or at least he’s trying to, but every other sentence out of Luis’ mouth seems to be directed at you. 

But the absolute, definitive, concretely worst of it is that Luis suggests something smart. Too smart to turn down. And it’s the last thing he wants to do. 

“You’re going there? Oie, that’s too dangerous for an injured lady, don’t you think?” 

Leon looks between the two of you as he realizes he’s right and what it means the next move will be. He tries what he can to avoid it.

“So you come with us to help defend her.” 

Luis brushes it off with ease. “Hey, I’m the brains. You’re the brawn. You trust me, yes?”

Leon doesn’t say a thing. His jaw clenches as he fails to think of another workaround. Luis pretends his silence was close enough to a yes and turns to you. 

“And does the lady trust me?”

“Yeah,” you nod, a little anxiousness in your stomach as you turn back to Leon. “I’ll be okay as long as you are.” 

Leon can’t stand the puppy dog look in your eyes. He grumbles and concedes. 

“Fine.”

“Good,” Luis brightens, clapping his hands together once as he speaks. “You remember the abandoned casa on the outskirts of the lake?” 

“Yeah?”

“We’ll rest there for the night. There’s a snow storm coming, and you lost your jacket. Hard to fight bad guys with a frozen trigger finger.” 

Leon doesn’t react to his joke, but he accepts that this truly is the best option for your safety. But now, the painful act of parting ways with you and leaving your fate in a charlatan’s hands. 

“If anything happens to her,” Leon’s voice lowers to a measured rumble, looking sternly at Luis through his brows as he warns, “it’s your head. Capisce?” 

Luis raises his hands in mock surrender, already walking towards your side. “To my dying breath, I’ll keep her safe. You have my word. Señorita?”

He held his arm out for you, and your face warmed as you took it, winding your hand around his bicep. Your heart thumped as you looked up at Leon, something tightening at the way he looked at you before he walked away. 

“Get there quick and lay low. I’ll be there before you know it.” 

You mouthed an “okay,” intending to voice it, but no sound came out. Leon tried to give you a comforting smile, but he doubted it showed before he turned his back. Taking a deep breath, he equipped his gun and set his mind on the fight he headed towards. He walked with heavy steps, crunching the gravel beneath his boots, drowning out the sound of Luis wooing you until he got far away enough to not hear it.

You barely even knew Luis. That’s what made Leon tick. And now you’d be alone with him for hours while Leon tried not to feel sick with worry about your safety. 

Leon did actually trust Luis to protect you, at least enough to have let him watch over you, but this place was so unpredictable; someone or something could snatch you in the blink of an eye, and he’d never see you again, or only would at your funeral. All because he let you be whisked off by a tall dark stranger instead of keeping you at his side, and you were more than happy to go with a stranger instead of him. That’s what made him tick.

He heard your laughter ring out like an arrow cutting through the fog and landing straight inside his heart. 

Please be safe, he thought, and then he drew his gun and jogged ahead.

⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎

You walked along with Luis, hand falling from his arm as you started on an uneven earthy path, watching your feet for rocks and other snags. You were thankful for the way Luis talked freely; it made it easy to imagine you were on a simple hike through the woods together, that this place was less creepy, and that his hushed tone wasn’t because there were cultists currently searching to kill you both. 

He made a joke you half understood, though it probably did make sense in Spanish, and you laughed more out of blushing nervousness than the joke itself. Your eyes briefly caught as he looked at you with that damn smile that made your heart skip, and then your face dropped as the sky boomed with the thunder of distant gunshots. 

Crows scattered in the sky and flew away from the direction that Leon went. Please be safe, you thought, and then continued forward again. 

“I’m sure he’ll be alright,” Luis soothed. He really had an uncanny ability to read your mind. You picked up on the worry in his tone being for Leon and you alike. 

“Yeah,” you nodded to assure yourself of it, “he’s tough, he’ll be okay.” 

“Heh, no kidding, eh?” Luis saw you glance behind your shoulder again and put a hand on your back to steer you ahead. He paused before speaking again.

“You care about him.” 

It wasn’t a question, just a statement, an observation. You don’t know the half of it, you thought. It was more true than Luis could ever know. But your long-standing soft spot for Leon seemed more likely than ever to stay buried with how today had been going.

You sighed and looked ahead, doing nothing about Luis’ hand as it lingered on you softly. It felt grounding. And shit, he was good-looking as hell, it made it more than easy to welcome it. 

“I do. But… he’s kinda been an asshole today, I don’t know. It’s not like him. With the plagas, it makes me especially worried.” 

He hummed in understanding and his thumb rubbed up and down your spine. 

“So he’s not just like that with me?” Luis chuckled, remembering their tense first meeting and all the strained ones since. “Well, luckily, you found me. I won’t let either of you become like these cultists. I promise.” 

You met him in a shared smile, one that was genuine, soft, and warm, the same one that’d been making your knees weak since you very first saw him. Like he knew the sunset was covered by the overcast clouds, and he took it upon himself to glow with an aura of amber to comfort you. You only looked away because you felt the warmth of it creeping dangerously up to your face. He seemed to feel it too, the way his hand finally dropped from your back and he straightened his posture as if to collect himself. You walked an inch closer to his side. 

You heard metal click as he took out his lighter and retrieved a cigarette from his pack, holding one between his lips. Instead of asking if you minded, he offered you one— how very European of him— which you politely declined, although his signature scent of secondhand smoke was starting to grow on you. 

“My opinion? Leon just doesn’t like,” he gestured back and forth between you with the fingers holding his cigarette, “this.” 

Your heart skipped a beat or two as he raised his chin and looked sideways at you through half-lidded eyes, taking another drag, the smoke ribboning around the contours of his face. It caught you off guard that he’d acknowledged the chemistry between you, and you stammered a bit as you grappled with the insinuation that came along with it, choosing to talk about that instead of your newly addressed mutual attraction. 

“You… you think he’s jealous?” 

“I mean, can you blame him?” Luis gestured to himself with a smirk. 

“No, I guess not,” you laughed quietly. 

“You flatter me. But the eyes never lie, princesa. And I know the look in his.”

“What do you mean?”

He shrugged casually. “I’m sure you see the same in mine, no?” 

Luis stopped a few paces ahead when he noticed you’d lingered in place. He stood there smoking and cocking his head as he waited for you with curiosity in his eyes. 

A beat passed, and within it, you made up your mind. You took two steps forward to close the distance, taking the cigarette from his hands. 

“Why not give him something to be jealous of then?” 

You held his gaze as you took a drag, exhaling slowly as you handed it back to him. His hands hovered hesitantly in the air, not yet taking it back from you, a tentative spark in his eyes as he weighed whether or not to take your gambit. His voice resonated in a darker pitch as he spoke. 

“It’s not wise to poke a beast, cosita.”

You looked down at his lips. 

“You said you’d keep me safe, right?”

Luis swore under his breath before accepting his cigarette back from your waiting fingers. He took a quick, final drag before throwing it on the ground, freeing his hands to take you in them. 

⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎

Leon trudged through a narrow path in the woods, pushing away branches from his face as his eyes darted around to scan for lingering villagers. The sun must’ve been nearly behind the horizon from how the sky had darkened, and Luis was right, the cold was quickly setting in. He quickened towards the cabin as it came into view.

His sigh of relief as he grabbed the door handle died as soon as he opened it an inch. He paused there, grip tightening around his gun as he heard an unexpected string of Spanish inside, brows furrowing as he heard a tone unlike any ganado he’d encountered.

“Elógiame, te gusta? Quiero sentirte completamente. You’re divine, mi princessa.” 1

His fear was replaced with rage as he opened it a crack further and found you pinned between a wall and Luis, his mouth traversing your exposed neck as he spoke between hot kisses he planted there, his hands roaming your body. Worst of all was you, your head tipped back as you sighed and moved against him, completely unaware that Leon stood in the wide-open door. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Leon crossed the room before the door even slammed shut behind him, grabbing Luis by the collar to harshly push him away from you and into the kitchen. 

Luis rambled on the way there, stumbling from being forced to quickly walk backward.

“Oh! I see the fight went well, you’re back early—!” 

His sentence was cut off by the air knocked out of his lungs as his back met the unforgiving cabin wall.

“Is that what you call protecting her?” Leon spat. 

Luis put his hands up in surrender, stammering excuses as he tried to deescalate. “Hey, hey! Lighten up, Sancho, we were only—"

“Who the hell are you calling Sancho?” 

Leon emphasized it with a hefty shove, crowding him further against the wall, hardly giving him space to breathe. 

Sancho— the audacity made Leon see red. To call him the other man when Luis had only just met you. To call him the other man when once he’d bedded you. 

Leon barely heard the excuses Luis continued to try as Leon’s heartbeat rose violently into his ears, tuning back in only at the mention of you.

“A-a little rough, don't you think?” Luis gulped. “You’re scaring her.”

Leon grit his teeth and glared at you over his shoulder. You were frozen in place as you watched the scene with wide and fearful eyes. Luis was lucky, incredibly fucking lucky, that the sight softened him enough to relax his grip. 

“A word,” Leon grunted, dragging Luis by his shirt to the nearest room and shutting them in there with finality. 

You stood there as the living room became eerily silent. All you could do was pace and pull your hair as you reconsidered too late the idea of poking the bear. 

⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎

Luis leaned against the bathroom wash basin as Leon stood squarely in front of the door, explaining himself with as blasé of a tone as he could fake. 

“It was nothing, amigo. We simply got, ah, carried away.”

Leon spoke in a harsh whisper. “Carried away. You didn’t even hear me come in. What if it wasn’t me, huh? You’d both be dead.” 

“Yes, my mistake. Won’t happen again.”

Leon sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Luis watched him, taking a deep breath of his own as the pause brought the tension down to a simmer. When Leon’s hand fell back to his side but he still didn’t speak, Luis took it as an opportunity.

“I am no threat to you. I can see that you two have, a… whatever you may call it. I don’t mean to come in between.”

“What are you talking about?” Leon deadpanned.

“You’re protective of her. She was worried about you. That, and I have eyes. I think you know what I mean.”

Leon blinked and pursed his lips. You don’t know the half of it, he thought, but he didn’t know what to say. 

“What are you trying to say, exactly?”

“She likes you. She likes me. This makes us on the same side more than anything, in my humble opinion. I have no interest in competition.” Luis’ eyes scanned down Leon’s body momentarily. “I wouldn’t stand a chance against all that anyway." 

Leon huffed and shook his head, unexpectedly flustered. 

“Your point is...?"

Luis licked his lips and looked away briefly before hesitantly planting the seed. 

“We want her. She wants us. And I hate to deny a beautiful woman what she wants.” 

Leon stared at him dumbfoundedly, knitting his brow again at Luis’ sheer audacity. 

“Right now, my job— our job— is to protect her. Not… jesus, you’re insane, you know that?” 

“Cuando amor no es locura, no es amor,” Luis mused casually. 2

Leon scoffed, but Luis knew he didn’t understand a word of it. He continued. 

“She will return with you to America. I know that. But you and I, we could make a good team, no?”

Taking out his lighter, he stepped towards the door. When Leon didn’t move, Luis stood and gauged his speechless expression, a smirk tugging on the corner of his mouth when he caught Leon’s hardened gaze waver. Luis’ voice dropped into a low, smoky pitch as he spoke again. 

“The sun has gone down, Sancho. Better let our señora get cold.”

This time, Sancho wasn’t the word that stuck out. Our. The concept left Leon stunned, and Luis seized his chance to leave before he had time to retort a gambit of Luis’ own. 

The door remained open upon his exit, and Leon looked out to where you sat anxiously on the couch. He bit his tongue as he returned to the living room, his chest now flaring not only from anger, but from a tangled heap of competing feelings that beckoned him to unravel them. 

⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎

The air felt more tense than ever as the two men returned to your company. Luis had a casual strut as he headed towards a window to peek out of the curtains, and Leon looked like he could kill with his stiff posture and set jaw. They were both silent as stone. 

Your leg bounced restlessly as you sat and waited for… something. You had absolutely nothing to say. Defend yourself? You had no reason to. Crack a joke to ease the tension? Leon certainly didn’t seem in the mood. So you waited for someone else to lead. 

Leon walked into a room, and you heard Luis flipping his lighter between his fingers as he leaned by the window behind you. 

“Mierda, it’s already ankle high,” he muttered. You turned to see the snow falling in rapid, fluffy flakes out of the parted curtain, blowing sideways in the wind, the sheer amount of it brightening the darkness outside. 

“Luis.” 

Your head whipped back in front of you at the sudden, blunt tone, and you saw Leon standing in the bedroom doorway, looking at Luis like he aimed to burn a hole through him. 

“¿Si?”

“There’s only one bed.” 

“Oh. That. Wait, really?” 

Luis looked around the place like he just realized he wasn’t where he thought he was. Finding no other doors to an additional room around, he huffed out an apologetic sound. “My mistake. We’ll have to make do.” 

Leon blinked at him. 

“It’s filthy.” 

Luis scratched the back of his neck as he crossed the living room to investigate, and both of them disappeared into the bedroom briefly. You heard grumbling, then Leon reemerged to scan the living room of everything except you, then left again. More mumbling and some shuffling. 

Leon returned holding two pillows, and Luis followed behind with a bundle of blankets stacked higher than his head. They threw them down on the rug in front of you and laid them out with little effort, neither of them happy enough with the situation to try and guss it up. 

Finally, Leon turned to speak to you, though he hardly met your eyes. “This’ll have to do for the night. Judging by the bed, I wouldn’t sit on the couch if I were you.” 

You looked down at it and grimaced at the stains. You’d choose the rug over it already, but if the mattress was that bad, there’s no telling what the stains on it were from. 

You stood up and then wondered what to do with yourself. Luis tugged on the corner of a sheet and sighed as he rose, and Leon looked down at it with his hands on his hips. 

“Where would firewood be?” Leon asked.

“Outside, most likely. There’s a shed in the back.” 

“Great. Go get it.” 

“Me?” Luis gawked. “You’re the brawn, remember?” 

“And you’re the brains that chose a cabin with effectively no bed. Go get the firewood.” 

“Malnacido…” Luis grumbled on his way to the door. "Help me, will you? You can carry more.” 3

Leon crossed his arms. Luis sighed exasperatedly.

“The more trips, the more the door opens, the more cold air gets in.” 

Leon dropped his arms and relented, walking out the front door as Luis held it open for him with a mock bow. It closed behind them, and you were alone again. 

You sat down on the floor and took off your boots, scrunching your face at the dirt and dried blood on your laces. You kicked them off instead of using your hands and tossed them by the fireplace. You wrapped your arms around your knees and let your head fall on them as you assessed your situation. 

You had no idea what they’d talked about in their little bathroom chat, but that meant they weren’t yelling. That’s good. And they were… somewhat willing to work as a team right now. That’s also good. 

Not having your own rooms for everyone to cool off overnight? Less than good. The pit of embarrassment in your stomach at being walked in on mid-makeout? Also not good. The three of you sharing a rug as a mattress? Very not good. 

Well, actually…

Your head shot up as Leon shouldered through the door and Luis kicked it closed behind them. Both of them were tense, but this time it was clearly from the cold; goosebumps pricked on your arms from the short burst of frigid air that blew in along with them. 

The quartered logs clunked onto the ground in a loose pile as they unloaded their arms. 

“More?” Luis huffed.

“Yeah,” Leon agreed, and then they were off again. 

You huddled into yourself as the next rush of air blew in. It must’ve dropped by twenty degrees, you thought. You crawled over the rug to the fireplace and started pulling out smaller pieces of kindling from the pile, arranging them into the hearth in a cone shape to be ready to start the fire. Anything to keep your hands busy instead of your mind. 

You wondered if Luis’ hunch about Leon’s jealousy had been disproven by his consternation. It didn’t make sense, it retrospect, but how could Luis have known? 

So much time had passed since you and Leon shared a frenzied one-night stand. Years, actually. And Leon had never shown any indication of jealousy since. More presently, he’d hardly said a word to you after walking in on your heavy petting. Wouldn’t he say something to you if he were jealous..? He’d only spoken to Luis. 

He was mad at Luis.

He never had a reason to be jealous until Luis.

Oh.

You gripped your arms as the door opened and the cabin got another ten degrees colder. You gulped as they set down their hauls again, and your eyes caught briefly with Leon’s before you looked away. 

To your surprise, Leon crouched down beside you. A knot formed in your stomach as he gathered up the pieces of your fire lay.

“We need it like this,” he said in a hushed tone and started stacking the sticks into squares. “Log cabin is always better.”

“Oh.”

Such a simple action had hit you like a backhand to the face. Your gut twisted and burned with something akin to rejection, and your head felt abuzz with frustration and a noticeable hint of anger. You clasped your hands in your lap as you watched his hands work, pulling your shoulders in at the proximity when he leaned over, your arms very nearly brushing. 

“It burns hotter and more evenly. Plus we can add logs on top of it sooner. Here.”

He held the sticks back out to you and you took them from him, not daring to meet his face although you knew it was fixed on yours. You expected a lecture, but found no malice whatsoever in the hushed, low timbre of his tone. That and how he watched you continue to stack the sticks carefully in your shaky hands made your stomach flip in a multitude of different ways. You made a mental note to get a med check for emotional whiplash when you got back to the States.

“That’s good,” he said, and you tried a meek smile as you put the remaining twigs down. Then his voice dropped to a barely audible whisper. “Sorry about—“

A sudden crinkling interrupted whatever would’ve been said as Luis crouched to your other side and added a ball of loose paper into the center of the cube of twigs. He took out his lighter, and in a few clicks of the spark wheel, the flames caught and began to spread to the kindling. 

You tried to breathe, but your chest suddenly felt tight, like an invisible weight constricted it. You stayed as still as possible as the three of you paused there watching the flames grow, nearly shoulder to shoulder between them. 

You held your breath as Luis’ arm brushed against yours as he fetched his pack of cigarettes from his jacket. He once again offered you one, but you were all too aware of Leon’s eyes on you. 

“T-that’s alright,” you stammered. 

Luis knit his brows as his gaze fell on your arms. “¡Vaya, you must be freezing!” 

You became aware of your heartbeat as he placed his cigarette in his mouth and shrugged off his jacket to drape over your shoulders. You blinked at the warmth of his skin that clung to it and was now wrapped around you, remembering the body heat you’d felt before when his hands were all around you, the scent of the leather reminiscent of when you’d breathed in his skin. 

There was a glimmer in his eyes as he took in the sight. Then his eyes darted behind you, and he took his cigarette into his fingers and lit it in the growing flames. You set your sight the fire again, the only safe place to look as the smell of burning tobacco crept in, all too similar to the taste of Luis’ lips. 

Leon felt his chest burn as bright as the fire at the sight of Luis’ jacket around you, but what was he to do? He didn’t want you to be cold, either. He bit the inside of his cheek and started adding small logs to the crackling kindles. 

Sparks popped as the wood shifted under the weight of the logs, and Leon instinctively put his hands on your shoulders to shield you away from it. 

Luis flicked ash into the fire. Leon slowly removed his hands from you. 

Leon cleared his throat and spoke. “It’s getting late. I’ll keep building the fire while you get ready for bed.” 

You nodded breathlessly and stood, barely whispering, “okay.” 

You held onto the jacket so it wouldn’t fall off your shoulders on the way to the bathroom, but as soon as you closed the door, you didn’t know what you were meant to do. 

You looked down at yourself. You could not sleep in your jeans. They were filthy. 

You hung the jacket on the doorknob and tugged them off, blush flooding your cheeks even though you were alone. You jostled the basin handle until a small stream of water came out of the spigot, hoping to clean your face and swish some water in lieu of brushing your teeth. 

You put your hands under the water and hiss at how cold it is. No wonder not much came out. The pipes are freezing. 

You flinch with each handful you splash on your face and shiver as it runs down to your elbows and the cold sets in to your whole body.

Frozen pipes, wet sleeves, shivering in your underwear, and you have to sleep next to two of the most attractive men you’ve ever met in your life who nearly bit each other’s heads off an hour ago, and you’re the farthest from clean you’ve maybe ever been. 

Great. Wonderful. Just fan-fucking-tastic. 

You clutch the jacket to cover your hips as you open the door an inch.

“Hey, um…” you speak through the crack. What the hell are you supposed to say here?

They respond at the same time. 

“Yes?”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, just, uh… I can’t sleep in my pants, they’re too dirty, so… I hope you don’t mind?”

You open the door enough to peak out, and you must have turned cartoonishly red as you watched their eyes scan you up and down, understanding the situation from how you’re bare below the knees. 

Their words scramble on top of each other again.

“Oh! That’s fine. You can, uh…”

“Right. Okay. I’ll just turn around while you…”

Awesome. Not awkward at all. Everything’s just fucking peachy.

You scurry to the rug behind their turned backs, getting under the covers as quickly as possible for both your modesty and warmth. You prop a pillow under your head and laid Luis’ jacket on one side before puling the blanket up to your chin and laying as stiff and straight as possible. 

“Okay, I’m good.”

You can hear them let go of the breaths they’d been holding, and then they approached the rug from either side, standing above you observantly. 

“No.”

You blinked at Leon. “What?”

“You’re not sleeping in the middle, I am.”

“Oh, um. Okay.” 

You don’t have the heart to argue, especially as you feel a pang of disappointment you’re not sure if you should. You’re half naked and afraid and you just want to keep the peace, so you scoot over to what would’ve been Leon’s side.

Luis sighs and turns around, and you hear him undoing his belt buckle. You look directly at the ceiling. Leon has a bit more shame and mumbles something to excuse himself before he turns to do the same, but it doesn’t exactly help. You close your eyes tightly. 

Luis settles in on the far side of the rug with tired groans, and you sneak a peek as Leon lays his and your clothes by the fire. He adds another log on top, and you’re definitely staring. After all, he’s only wearing black boxer briefs that cling to his ass like second skin. 

You snap them shut again when he turns around and you tense as he tucks in next to you. Then all at once, everyone is quiet. 

You clutch the blanket tighter around you. The room is certifiably still freezing.

“Hey, I need those too,” Leon whispers with a soft tug to the blanket you were sharing.

Luis pipes in casually. “She can share with me.”

“Shut up.” 

“Just trying to help our–”

“Go to sleep, Luis,” Leon says firmly. 

The room is quiet again except for the crackling of the fire. 

“You go to sleep, too,” Leon adds more softly to you. 

“Right.”

You try. You really do. But every time your eyelids feel too heavy to fight, your back twinges from the mild cushion the rug offers to the hardwood floors below it, or the fire pops and you startle, or you feel too cold for comfort and wonder how close Leon is to you. Hours must have gone by by the time Leon sits upright, and that takes you right out of your tiredness all over again. 

You keep your eyes closed and pretend that you’re asleep while he gingerly scoots out from under the blankets and tip-toes towards the dying fire at your feet. You squint your eyes open as you watch him add more pieces to it, nudging the old ones around and placing each one carefully. The orange light silhouettes him as he crouches there in the peaceful quiet of the night, an amber glow across his back muscles and making his hair light up like gold. 

You sneak a peek to the side. Luis is lying flat, the firelight dancing across his tan skin and making him somewhat noble-looking. His long dark eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes, and the profile view lets you take in the shape of his nose, the curve of his cupid’s bow, his sharp jawline even as he sleeps—

The fire cracks again and you avert your gaze, pretending to sleep a second before Leon turns back around, thank god. It’s way too late to hear it from him. He tucks back in beside you without event. 

But there’s another set of problems. 

As the fire grows, the room gets brighter, which makes it even harder to fall asleep. 

You’re so focused on staying still so you don’t bump into Leon that relaxing is impossible.

And you’re cold. Borderline freezing. Enough that staying still is even more impossible. 

You rub your feet together to try to get your blood flowing. It doesn’t work.

You shift in the blankets, squeezing some between your thighs and holding it tight to your chest. Nothing. Not a hint of warmth is found in them.

You shift around and sigh in frustration as it doesn’t help again. 

“You awake?” Leon mutters, his voice thick with drowsiness. He probably hasn’t been back to sleep since he laid back down with all your tossing and turning, though you at least tried not to wake him. 

“Yeah,” you squeak. 

He hums and shifts a bit. “You cold?”

“Y-yeah.” It’s cruel, the way your teeth chatter on their own for effect. 

Then you feel Leon’s arm snake under your head and he’s pulling you into his chest. Your eyes are wide as your head is brought against it, your wrists pinned in between you stiffly to create distance. 

“Relax,” he mumbles, his arm resting heavily around your back. “Just need you to sleep.”

His head rolls to the side and he doesn’t say anything else. He doesn’t move for a couple minutes except for the slow rise and fall of his chest. Only then do you relax into it. And dear god, is it heavenly. He’s so warm, and you can’t at all resist nuzzling into him, laying your hands on his torso to soak up the feeling, pressing your feet against his calves to steal more of his body heat.

But the cold outside is cruel and persistent, and it takes maybe ten minutes to feel cold again. Your front is fixed to the built-in furnace of Leon’s body, but your backside? The blankets simply aren’t thick enough to keep the cold air from coming through. 

You start shifting all over again. Subtle as you tried to be, it didn’t matter once you started shivering. 

Leon’s thumb rubs your side as he stirs awake again, and you do your best to stay still, but there’s no use pretending you’re asleep when you’re shaking like a leaf. 

Leon’s voice drips in sleep and concern as he lifts his head to look down at you. “You still cold?” You nod against his chest, and he grunts as he shifts to get up again. 

“Hang on, I’ll get the fire.” 

You curl into a tight little ball as he does, tossing more logs in with a lot less care than before so he can get back to your side. 

“Sorry,” he whispers as he rushes back to pull you in again.

“I-it’s okay, just, c-can’t sleep like this.”

Luis is seemingly awake now too, because he sighs and speaks. 

“Let her sleep in the middle, amigo.”

“I told you to go to sleep.”

“And I was, until the sound of teeth chattering woke me up.”

“So now go back to sleep.”

“She’s cold.” 

“Luis, no.” 

“What does the lady think?”

All you could hear were embers dying and Leon’s heartbeat under your ear. As much as you wanted to avoid another row between them, you wanted to be warm a whole lot more. And honestly, you'd had about enough of Leon's bitching and moaning about what you and Luis should and shouldn't do.

With a huff of defiance, you climbed over Leon and into the middle. You tried very hard to ignore his hands on your waist to guide you, the blown look in his eyes, and how your thigh brushed against his crotch, but you didn’t. That’d be the least possible thing to ignore of all. 

Nevertheless, a split second later, you were wedged flush between them. You shivered in a plank on your back again, and Leon was the only one who shuffled to the side, though it wasn’t enough distance for your shoulders to separate. And Luis? You were all too aware of how hip to hip you were. 

It was undeniably better in more ways than one, but how tensed up you were made it difficult to stop shivering. It took less than a minute for Luis to grumble and pull your back into him. You shuddered at the contact, a dizzying mix of relief and exhilaration. 

Leon was none too pleased and propped himself up on his elbow, looking at you both with furrowed brows. 

“Stop taking advantage.”

“Lo que sea," Luis muttered into your neck with a dismissive tone, sending a chill that very much wasn’t cold down your spine. 4

“Luis.”

Suddenly, something flared in your chest. Now you'd really fucking had it with him. 

“Leon, get over yourself. I’m cold and he’s helping. You just did the same, didn’t you?”

“That was different. I’m not the one who’s—”

“Stop being jealous and shut up.” 

You grabbed Leon by the wrist and pulled him in until he was flush with your front and you could rest your head on his shoulder again. You pulled him closer when he stiffened until he lay on his side facing you, and you lifted his arm to rest on your waist. 

“There. I’m warm. Now we can all go to sleep.”

“Speak for yourself.”

“I’m more than comfortable,” Luis said. 

Leon inhaled deeply with annoyance again and his hand on your waist flexed into a loose fist. 

“Is this what you wanted? To torture me?”

“Why would this be torturing you!?” 

Luis chose a very delicate moment to take the risk of nuzzling into your hair and speaking low against the back of your ear. “I have to agree with him, cara mia. Isn't poking the beast exactly what you wanted?” 

Luis looked darkly into Leon’s eyes from behind you as he pressed himself a touch more firmly into your backside, just enough to make you gasp into Leon’s skin and tighten your grasp on him, enough for Leon to know exactly what you felt that caused such a reaction.

Like the start of many reckless decisions, Leon thought "fuck it," and then met the challenge in Luis’ eyes. He tilted his head down until you were forehead to forehead, making you look at him in the dark.

“Is it? Is this what you wanted?” 

Luis snaked his hand around you covertly under the blanket until it found your breast. You looked into Leon’s eyes like you were in search of permission, and all you found were his pupils blown wide. Luis ground his hardness into your ass, and you keened into it and kissed Leon in one motion.

The dam opened all at once and your bodies became fluid in motion as they ground and grasped against you all at once. Luis sucked wet kisses down your neck as Leon’s mouth parted to find your tongue, your lower half ebbed and flowed against them as each grind of one’s hips sent you arching into the other, and each time they rutted against you, you could feel them grow harder and harder.

You became a tangle of limbs. Leon gripped your ass until your thigh hooked around his hips and Luis lifted your shirt to knead your bare breast in his palm. Leon helped him, lips detaching from yours to tug it over your head and remove it completely. He rested his forehead against yours as he looked down with a shaky breath at your nipple being pinched between Luis’ fingers.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Leon breathed, and dipped his head to take the other in his mouth. 

"Te ves bella," Luis rumbled the translation in your ear. 5

You whined at Leon’s teeth nipping softly at your nipple while Luis flicked the other with his finger, the tantalizing sensation running straight to your core. You hooked your leg around Leon until his strong thigh was planted between your legs, giving you something to grind on to relieve the growing pressure. 

Luis took notice and his hand left your breast— though Leon immediately took over it— to pull down your underwear, and in a few quick seconds, you were completely bare before them. 

Their hands simultaneously found your cunt, Luis running his fingers through the wetness between your folds and Leon dragging the rough pad of his middle finger around your clit. 

“Not complaining about the cold now, are you?” Leon jeered, flicking his finger deftly to make you whine. You couldn’t argue; the blankets hardly covered your body anymore, replaced by the heat of their roaming hands. 

Leon continued speaking in a low tone, to you or himself you didn’t quite know, since his mocking words were clearly rhetorical. 

“Been a pain all day, and this is why? Just so pent up you were desperate?”

“Leon, I—“ 

You didn’t know what you even meant to say, but you’d never know now as Luis pressed a finger into your entrance. He kissed your shoulder blade as he moved it slowly in and out, hooking inside of you each time he became knuckle deep to press against your wall in just the right way. 

“Fine,” Leon growled. “Let the ‘princesa’ have her way.”

You braced against them as they worked you with their hands, holding onto Leon’s bicep and reaching behind you to thread your fingers into Luis’ long, thick hair. He added another finger, and your eyes rolled back and your hands tightened their grip on them as you rocked into the sensation. 

You jolted with a high-pitched moan as Leon lightly slapped your clit, mocking you every step of the way. “Oh, don’t tell me just this is too much. You think you bit off more than you can chew?” 

It all just felt so good, surrounded by them completely; the heady scent of their pheromones mixing with the burning fire, the ways in which their skin felt similar and yet completely different to each other, the exhilaration of being so wedged tight and exposed between them. You trembled as you shook your head no.

“¿No? You want more, amorcita?” 6

Luis nipped the curve of your neck as he plunged his fingers knuckle-deep and moved them in a quick come-hither inside of you. You thought it couldn’t possibly get better, but then Leon’s fingers prodded against his at your entrance, too. 

Luis slipped his fingers out and Leon immediately replaced them with his own. Leon removed his and Luis added his again. They kept going, back and forth and back and forth, exchanging them continually. 

Leon’s fingers glided across your clit with each departure and Luis tugged you open with every return, their hands becoming more and more slick with each repetition, and it was so electric and dirty that your voice became an increasingly messy collection of frantic moans.

You looked up at Leon, but his gaze was fixed on the man behind you, and you saw nothing but the reflection of the fire in his darkened eyes. You started pleading for them, both of their names coming out as broken mewls as your pleasure mounted, until finally— they stopped.

You shuddered at the emptiness right when you were on the verge of release. Their hands stayed on your core but glided around every spot you needed them, and your bucking hips and petulant whines did nothing to make them go back. 

Leon took your hand and guided it to his throbbing bulge. “I think she still needs more, Luis.”

“Yeah? Can you take more here?” Luis gathered your slick on his fingers and glided it over your asshole. 

“O-oh, fuck.”

Leon guided your hand back and forth over his length as Luis circled his digits around your puckering hole, wetting it until he inserted the very tip of his fingertip inside. 

“Relax, cosita,” Luis purred into your ear. “You trust me?” 

You exhaled shakily, nodding as you tried to loosen up, gasping as his finger began to coax its way further inside, only the gentlest sting at first until he worked your wetness in. At the same time, Leon pulled down his boxers, and the sight of his cock springing free was more than enough to distract your mind. You reached for it instinctively.

He fucked your fist slowly as you reveled at the sight of how small your hand looked around his girth, how his veins protruded when you squeezed him tighter, how it made his pink tip drip with a glistening bead of precum. 

Leon grunted at the feeling, still holding your wrist in place as he thrust slowly and firmly into your hand, sighing when your thumb caught his pre to drag it down his length. You looked like sin incarnate as you began to rock your hips back with your mouth parted open. Even Luis dripped with sensuality, his eyes pouring over you with lust, looking down at you taking his fingers with heated reverence. 

Leon could’ve stared for ages, but your gasp cut it short as Luis added another finger, much more intense than just one. But he knew what he was doing, and your eyes rolled back as you suddenly felt the tip of his cock notched against your cunt, and the feeling of him sinking inside distracted you from the stretch of his digits. And as he thrust further in with every inch, it did much more than distract you; in fact, both sensations doubled the pleasure. 

Leon’s stomach flipped with something primal as he watched it happen, a crushing mix of jealousy and arousal brought on by the sound of your moans overlapping, building in his gut and sharpening his tongue. He held you by the hair to make you look at him as Luis’ movements quickened.

“Look at you. You like that, huh?” 

Your wanton noises served as a yes. Luis breathed through a smirk at your reaction, and Leon’s grip tightened in your hair as he repositioned to kneel at your face. 

“You want to be used like a whore?” He tapped the lip of his cock on your lower lip. “Then fucking take it like one.”

You inhaled sharply through your nose as he thrust into your mouth, salivating instantly around the sweet remnants of precum and the salty balm of his flesh. His hands held the hair on your temples to keep it out of the way and keep you in place as he thrust into your mouth. He thrust quick enough to make you focus but slow enough to feel the weight of his cock drag across your tongue, and his grip gave you just enough slack to bob your head to match each forward movement, sloppily sucking him in as your spit escaped the corners of your mouth and dripped thickly down your chin.

The sight of it spurred Luis on, and he steadily smacked into your cunt with each thrust. His fingers in your ass became a low hum in the background compared to the bright pleasure blooming within you from each pang against your sweet spot, even as he added a third digit. 

“Jesus fucking— missed this mouth of yours, so much better when it’s quiet and stuffed full of my cock, fuck.”

A wet choking sound crackled out of your throat as Leon fixed his cock as deep in your mouth as it could go, the tip of your nose brushing against his navel. You looked up at him through wet lashes as he held himself there, and you could’ve burst into flames at the sight. His pecs were framed by his flexed shoulders and biceps, the orange glow of the fire flickering over his abs, his brows knit tight as he looked down at you through his hair. 

You tried to swallow the saliva that’d gathered in your throat to keep him there longer, but you coughed around him again, and he pulled out with a sharp hiss. You gasped for air as a string of spit fell from your puffy lips down to the carpet, head spinning as Luis bottomed out and stilled completely there. 

You looked over your shoulder at Luis, and you caught his gaze switching from Leon to you. He held your eye contact as he slowly and deliberately pulled his cock and fingers out. 

You were too caught up in the feeling of the loss to wonder what’d happen next, even as Leon came back to lay in front of you. You didn’t put two and two together at all until they held your leg in the air and held their tips at the entrance of each of your holes. 

Luis cradled the back of your head and pulled your face to his as he rubbed himself there, and Leon sucked kisses into your exposed neck as he maneuvered himself inside of your cunt. The minute you moaned, Luis stole your breath in a fiery kiss. 

Leon watched as he worked himself inside inch by inch, his upper lip twitching into a snarl. The possessive thoughts only made him ache with increased arousal— watching you kiss another man with the taste of his cock on your lips, the thought of him being big enough to split you open even after you’d already been fucked. And it was an accurate image— you’d hardly seen Luis from the waist down, and he certainly felt big, but Leon was a touch more substantial in size, just enough to feel the difference. 

A difference that felt fortunate, really, as Luis began to push himself within the entrance of your ass. He moaned into your mouth as the ring of muscle gripped him in an impossible squeeze, and you took his lower lip in between your teeth as you felt the stretch. 

“Mierda, you’re so tight…”

Leon paused, gritting his teeth in order to keep himself still, knowing you and Luis both would need a moment for it all to fit. You breathed heavily with every shallow thrust that brought him deeper and deeper in, focused on his face as he looked to you for affirmation with each additional inch. You’d nod your head and then he’d move again, and your hands would tighten where they tangled around the men, their skin beading with sweat despite the wintry air as they struggled to keep themselves restrained.

They seemed to settle into their own roles in lieu of being able to settle fully into you. 

Luis ran his hands up and down the curves of your body like he worshipped you down to the pore, his voice a rhapsody in your ear.

“Taking me like such a good girl, our beautiful, good girl. Adoro tu cuerpo, cada centímetro. Gime para mí, moan for me, let me hear how good I make you feel.” 7

Leon used his brawn to remind you where you belonged— here— and he kept you there with a firm hand around your neck, not to squeeze, but as a reminder.

“That’s right, keep my cock warm while you take him. Missed this pretty pussy, she miss me too? Yeah, I know you fucking did. Just made for me to use, keep squeezing me, baby.”

It got easier and easier until you started melting into it, your body relaxing as you adjusted, your body and mind occupied only by them. 

When you felt the soft curly hairs on the base of Luis’ cock, you knew he’d finally bottomed out. It took you by surprise, really, his time spent readying you had paid off in making it more painless than you thought being this full could even be. 

You kissed him again as he rested there with a grunt, getting a hold of yourself as his tongue glided against yours, and you sat with the indescribable feeling of being completely and utterly filled by them until you couldn’t take the absence of movement. Your hips twitched on their own, not knowing whether to move forward or backward, and the men took the hint to truly begin. 

If you thought you felt full before, nothing could’ve prepared you for the feeling of them in motion. Your moan fell flat and came out as a choked cry as they began in cautious, unsynchronized thrusts, slipping in and out of you fluidly at their own paces. 

You became a crude assemblage of limbs all heaped on top and entangling in each other as you gave no signs that they should slow down for your sake. You began to sweat too as your skin fused together with theirs, hardly an inch of you left untouched as hands held on to each other wildly, hardly even noticing just where or who you clung to. 

Luis covered the whole back of you, an arm around your waist wedged between you and Leon to keep you close to him, his dark hair brushing your neck as he breathed hotly against your pulse point; your breasts were pressed flat against Leon’s chest, your faces cheek to cheek as he looked down at you, his pelvic bone grinding against your clit with every thrust forward. Leon’s arm covered across both of you, his muscles working like rope to keep you all tied together. 

They quickly found a pace that worked as if it were second nature to interanimate with each other. They rocked in and out in perfect tandem, one pulling back as the other moved inside, slow enough that each could bottom out fully again and again, not sparing you an inch of their full length or any amount of feeling. 

It was unlike any sensation you’d ever known. You felt like you were experiencing something too indulgent to be moral and too lavish to be worthy of, the kind of unadulterated earthly bliss people traded heaven to have. Every pang against your g spot felt like a static charge radiating throughout your core, and every filling of your ass enveloped your whole body in a robust wave of blissful heat that had your toes curling. Like you were floating in shallow water on the shore of a sea of ecstasy, and each tidal wave brought new pleasures as you rocked with each steady silken wave, again and again and again, anchoring your fists into the sand so that you’d never float away. 

You were so lost in the feeling you barely heard yourself speak. 

“Oh my god, fffuck, ahh, s’good, it’s so, oh, oh…”

“Taking us so well, ahh, what an angel,” Luis purred in your ear. 

Leon cradled your face in his hands, groaning at the sight of how fucked-out you already were, shaking your head slightly in his hand to watch the way your head lolled around pliantly. Your blissed-out gaze melted him, but the longer he kept your out-of-focus eyes, the more his lust grew aggressive again. 

“God, look what you have me doing to you. You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?”

You moaned through a sigh in response, and Luis chuckled at your cock-drunkenness. 

“And you,” Leon grit, his attention turning to Luis. “You drive me fucking insane.”

Your head fell to the pillow, and you watched in enchantment as Leon grabbed him by the back of the head and took him into a scorching kiss. 

Leon hardly expected it from himself; he’d become a being of pure impulse that moved him towards his needs before he even knew what they were. He just knew he needed more, to possess as much of both of you as he could, and he was desperate for it.

He became fervent as Luis accepted his intensity like he’d been hoping for it— which he fully had been— and it deepened into a visceral spar of tongues, the taste of tobacco on Luis’ teeth only making Leon devour him like he wished to wipe them clean with his tongue in some perverted expression of spite.

They sped up as they rushed into each other, and you were left smothered between them as their tongues met through crushing lips, nowhere to go but to take it. The sight added a layer of psychological sensation on top of everything else as you witnessed their display of unrestrained passion, and you writhed as their thrusts quickened. 

Their hips fell out of sync again just to return in the same rhythm, entering you at the same exact time. You were more full than ever with each forward drive, and you dug your nails into whoever’s skin you had your hands on; you didn’t know who or where exactly you grabbed, and could hardly see through your eyes as they rolled back into your head. The pleasure remained all-consuming even as they left each other’s faces, pulling away with a string of spit connecting their swollen lips before they returned their attention to you again. 

Seeing your reaction made their thrusts turn more brutal, driven to urge you towards your end. Loud, wet sounds smacked off the walls of the cabin each time they drove themselves into you deeply. You held a face in each of your hands, and they took it as a sign to latch onto you wherever their mouths could reach. Your back, your neck, the top of your breasts, the dip in your collarbones and the tender nook where your jaw met your ear, every inch was covered in soft bites and open-mouthed kisses as they spoke between each one, continuing the rivalry in their own illicit interpretation. 

“You just couldn’t choose between us, huh?”

“¿Necesitas a un tipo rudo como él para que te proteja?” 8

“You needed both holes filled at once?”

“¿O necesita este ángel a alguien que adore cada parte de ella?”

"Then take us, baby, have your fucking fill."

"Tenlo todo; una belleza como tú no necesita elegir."

Leon wedged his hand against your clit and you whined uncontrollably, pleasure mounting, moaning even as they both fought to kiss you all at once. All you could do was thread your hands tighter into their hair as your three tongues languidly mixed together, too lost in your bodies to care about how they clumsily slid together. It only added to your intoxication as you lay there with your mouth open for them, your body beginning to seize as the coil tightened in every part of your core. 

Their sex-battered voices brought it all to a fever pitch and you convulsed between them with a cry, panting each of their names raggedly as your orgasm splintered through you in shockwaves.

“God damn, that’s right, cum for us sweetheart—”

“Hostia, te has corrido, que rico— come undone for us, baby, ya casi, aahhh, me corro—” 9

Luis was the next to go; your ass squeezed his length tightly as your release coursed through you with such violent force. He had no hope of lasting through it, of pulling out, of surviving it even, as the satin walls of your ass milked him suddenly and without warning. He crumbled against your back, kneading your breast tightly just to hold onto you, like he hit his orgasm so hard he thought if he let go of you, he might tumble into space. 

Leon moaned reverently into your sweat-damp sternum, feeling some inner fulfillment at the culmination of your pleasure. But when he realized Luis had cum inside, it was so dirty of a thought that he had to fight to hold on a little longer. 

All of that Leon managed not to cum from, but what finally did him in caught him completely by surprise. 

His eyes widened as he realized he could feel Luis throbbing on the other side of your walls, their cocks colliding against each other through the velvet curtain of your cunt— that his balls were pressed hot against his, dripping wet from your slick, and he could feel them tighten with each rope of cum Luis buried in you. And with your cunt still gushing and pulsing around their cocks with each orgasmic convulsion, Leon shattered apart, crash-landing over the ledge before he knew that it was coming. 

He’d never sounded more like an animal in his life, couldn’t identify the sounds coming out of his own throat as he whined and bucked and buried his seed deep into you. It hit him with blinding force, and sweat ran down his brow at the unbridled exertion that exploded all at once. 

You felt every goddamn ounce of it inside of you too, stinging against the sore spots on your entrances and pooling deep inside of you like glowing, molten fluid. And the knowledge that they’d just bred both of your holes? It made you insane. 

You chased the intensity, gripping Leon’s wrist tight to urge his fingers not to stop against your clit before you’d even come down from your release.

“Please, please, please, one more I’m— oh god oh god oh god…”

Leon used the last of his strength to do as you begged him, circling your clit with sloppy motions to get you there before he became too overstimulated to keep his cum plugged inside with his cock, wanting to feel it despite how sensitive he was becoming. 

Luis kept it up too, thrusting shallowly to bear the way you tightened around him. Every time he pushed back in to the hilt you got closer and closer, and Leon talked you there through his teeth. 

“One more, you can do it, don’t stop cumming ‘til I tell you to. There, there, fuck.”

Your consecutive orgasm felt sharper, a splintering crash instead of a violent seize, and you shuddered around them in shaky twitches and a nearly endless string of “oh”s that got softer and softer as you came down in full satisfaction. 

Leon hardly even noticed when Luis pulled out, just felt like two tons of pressure had been lifted off his chest as he no longer filled you from the other side of your walls. It was enough relief for him to crawl his way back down to earth, too, and he pulled out with a pained hiss, his cock sticky with both of your cum.

You were already on the ground, but you still somehow collapsed into the rug, your whole body buzzing and your head spinning like you were drunk. Luis rolled over heavily onto his back with one arm across his forehead and the other resting on your ass, running his thumb up and down the dip in the curve of your hips. Leon stayed laying on his side, and kept his eyes open with the sole purpose of staring at you.

The cabin was quiet except for the sound of the three of you catching your breath and the white noise of the fire. You drifted afloat behind your eyelids and many minutes passed before you felt your hair being delicately brushed out of your face. 

You hummed as your eyes fluttered open and were met with the sight of Leon in front of you. The drying sweat on his skin glimmered across his muscles in the low light, and his askew hair fell over his features to soften them.

He wasn’t even looking in your eyes. Instead, he’d been following his hands where they grazed your face, until he finally noticed you were watching. 

He blinked heavily and spoke quietly, his full lips pulling into a sleepy smile. 

“Hey.”

You wore the same expression as his thumb ran over your cheekbone and you whispered back.

“Hi.” 

His gaze fell down to your lips, and then he kissed you softer than you thought he was capable of doing anything. Your chest filled with gentle pangs of beating wings against your ribcage as you both sighed into it. 

He pulled away and nuzzled into your face, pressing his forehead to yours with a sound that would’ve been a chuckle if he had the strength for it. You couldn’t fight the warmth that spread into your cheeks either. It served perfectly in place of any words you could possibly come up with to put a bow on what all just happened. 

When Leon opened his eyes again, he peered behind your shoulder at Luis laying there naked and spent on the rug.

“Luis.”

You looked back to see him barely manage a grunt of acknowledgment. Whether he was awake or asleep was anyone's guess, probably even to Luis. 

Leon shook his head with a smile and a huff. “What a guy. Guess I get to take care of you by myself.”

You raised a brow at the pure enjoyment in his tone, like it was a privilege and not a duty. You didn’t have time to question it before he peppered your skin with lazy kisses, landing them on your cheek, your chin, and down to your shoulder before landing on your lips again.

“You probably need a towel, huh?” he murmured against your lips. 

You squeezed your thighs together and felt everything that’d spilled out and created a big wet mess between them, and covered your face at the embarrassing sound it created. 

Leon immediately moved your hand away from your face to peck your forehead with a giggle. “I’ll take that as a yes.” 

While Leon got up to rummage for one, you carefully rolled onto your back, holding back your winces at the sore muscles smarting all over your body. 

You laid there in the quiet and looked beside you at Luis. You couldn’t even blame him for being asleep, and you felt a pang in your chest at how serene he looked. 

The thought crossed your mind that you'd never see him like this again. That you may never meet again at all. You reached for his hand beside you and wove your fingers into his, ingraining the details of his face into your mind so you’d know he was a memory, not a dream. 

The patter of Leon’s feet startled you out of it as he returned with a linen rag. He saw exactly the moment he interrupted, and he paused as he kneeled down. Seeing both of you below him, he felt a squeeze in his chest, too.

He handed you the rag, but didn’t let go as he spoke quietly, like he was sharing a secret with you. 

“It’s okay, you can… I think it goes without saying I’m not jealous anymore.”

You took the rag and held his eye contact with a raised brow, but just as you opened your mouth to say ‘so you were jealous?’, a voice cut into the room.

“I’m glad to hear it, amigo.” 

Your heads shot towards Luis at once. 

“You’re awake?”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me…” 

Luis smiled mischievously and pulled you into his side, kissing the top of your spine as you batted a hand at him playfully. 

“What? I wanted to enjoy the afterglow.” 

You smiled and let yourself rest in his arms, the comfort of his embrace drawing a yawn from you. You knit your brows when you heard Leon scoff, flicking his arm as he took the rag and threw it off to the side. 

“Don’t flick me,” he pushed your hand away. You immediately did it again. He caught you by the wrist, his voice feigning seriousness as he lowered in to scold you. 

“Oh, you think it’s funny?”

“Oh, definitely.” 

“You know what I think is funny...? Look around.”

Your eyes scanned the room for a minute, and you looked back at him with a confused expression. 

“The fire’s out and you aren’t complaining about the cold.” 

Your face got hot as you realized it was true. The cabin was almost completely dark, lit only by the scarce and dying embers of what once was a strong fire. 

Leon ruffled your hair before getting up, and your eyes closed as you rolled them, pulled down heavily with exhaustion. Luis pulled the covers over you and you settled into his arms, the dull sounds of Leon stacking wood back into the fireplace lulling you to sleep. 

The last things you remember were Leon returning to the makeshift bed and wrapping a strong arm around you both. You pressed your face into his chest, holding onto consciousness for a moment longer just to soak in the feeling of being held between them just a little more, imagining a world that was kind enough to let you keep them, to call both of these men yours. 

You hummed as the dream of it overtook you. Leon muttered into your hair.

Music pumps through your ears and alcohol courses through your veins as you lean on your elbows against the wooden bartop. Even though she’s standing right next to you, you can barely hear Ashley’s laughter over the sounds of the bass bumping and the overlapping conversations from the other hundred or so clubgoers. Your body is abuzz, and you can’t really feel your face. You can’t really feel your feet in your heels either, evident as you stumble to the side.

“Oh, sorry!”

You were back to talking with Ashley before Leon even spoke the words, “it’s fine.” He shook his head and took another sip of his club soda with lime, staring at the wall while he tried to remember why on earth he agreed to be here. 

Being the designated driver for her and you feels a whole lot like babysitting. A feeling that’s becoming a trend whenever he hangs out with Ashley, actually. He’d declined being added to her security detail after Spain, but on nights like this, it’s like she’d crafted a loophole to make him exactly that. But he had to protect her from herself more than anything as she ordered drink after drink after drink while he sat there like a hostage to witness your drunken antics. 

Those antics suddenly included you and Ashley making out, apparently. 

He snapped his head forward to avert his gaze, feeling like he saw a private moment even though you were as in public as humanly possible. But averting his eyes did absolutely nothing; you were nearly shoulder to shoulder with Leon, so close that he could feel the energy radiating from you, clinging to him like uncomfortable humidity. 

The kiss was scorching hot, and Leon sat close enough for it to burn him, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as the air became hard to breathe. 

You sat backwards on your barstool, wrists draped over Ashley’s shoulders, still holding your cocktail as you kissed. Ashley’s elbow bumped into Leon as she held your face to deepen it, and he felt the flush creeping up his chest. He could feel dozens of eyes on you. He even heard some asshole whistle to cheer you on. But you and Ashley paid no mind at all to the spotlight you’d put on yourselves, and Leon took on the burden, feeling like a deer in the headlights.

When you finally broke away from each other, the heat creeped up to Leon’s ears as they heard the conversation that followed. 

“Soooo..? Still think you’re straight?”

“I don’t know!” 

“What do you mean you don’t know?!”

You both broke out into a fit of drunken laughter. 

Leon tried to keep his face casual as he heard you talk about it like the most casual thing in the world; this sure didn’t feel like a casual situation to him. It felt fucking charged.

“Hold on— bartender?” Ashley leaned over you to get their attention, impatiently biting her bottom lip as she waited for them to come over. “Two tequila shots, top shelf!”

The bartender left before Leon could interject. You two were plenty drunk enough already, and you were making increasingly bad decisions. 

In the blink of an eye, you had the shot glass between your breasts, held in by your low-cut top as you squeezed your elbows together. Leon had no fucking idea how Ashley had enough coordination to successfully take the glass in her mouth, and it equally shocked him that she didn’t choke on the liquor as she stood and took it with her, tipping her head back to drink it down without once using her hands. 

His mind went blank as you slurred, “you gotta lil on your chin,”  and licked it off the corner of Ashley’s mouth, and her tongue darted out to catch yours in a sensual exchange. 

He could’ve fainted from astonishment when Ashley cooed, “I spilled a lil on ya too,” and licked a long, flat-tongued stripe to your cleavage. 

He pushed Ashley off of you without even thinking about it, keeping his grip on her shoulder to keep her upright as she staggered back a step. 

“We’re in public,” Leon said bluntly, looking between you two in consternation, pleading with his eyes that you stop making a scene. But to his frustration, he didn’t get a response. Instead, a lightbulb went off over Ashley’s head as she turned to look at you, and before Leon could say anything else, she grabbed you by the wrist and you both skipped away, slipping through the crowd and into the women’s room. 

Leon dug his palms into his eye sockets and grumbled over the bar. He would actually rather be shotgunning bioweapons into nothing but brain matter than dealing with this tonight. And that said a lot. 

It’s not like he personally gave a fuck if two girls made out in a bar, and he didn’t even personally care about those two girls being you and Ashley. But unfortunately, he has to care. He works directly under Ashley’s dad, the literal fucking president of these United States. He could already see tomorrow’s tabloid headlines, complete with a blurry picture of you and Ashley tongue-deep in each other’s mouths while he sat inches away, and he could already hear President Graham reaming him for letting a political PR scandal unfold under his watch. 

But gossip articles about the First Daughter exploring her sexuality would be one thing. People would talk, but it would be fine. It’d easily be spun in a positive way, actually, earning the Oval Office kudos for queer inclusivity. What’d be a lot less than fine? The First Daughter getting thrown out of a nightclub for having sex in the bathroom, which he was pretty fucking certain was happening at this very moment.  

But what he does personally care about that’s even less fine than all of that...? The fact that his cock is straining painfully against the unforgiving fabric of his jeans. 

It completely blindsided him. He’s never been attracted to Ashley before. Why now? Probably because watching her practically motorboat her ridiculously hot friend made him see her in a whole new light. 

Still, Ashley’s the most off-limits a person could possibly be to him, and your attraction to women has been tonight’s recurring topic of conversation, so making a fool out of himself by flirting with you isn’t something he’s considering. 

It’s time to tab out, he decides. He takes out his card and taps it anxiously against the bartop and can only think of two things while he waits: the mental image of you and Ashley half-naked and knuckle-deep in the bathroom twenty feet away, and that his only relief tonight will come from his left hand.

He pays. He finishes his drink. The ice melts. He drinks that, too. He wonders how long he should wait before he pulls you out of there himself, and the idea makes him panic. He starts to feel like his kindness of agreeing to DD has been totally taken advantage of, and it pushes his frustration to the brink of outright anger. 

He watches the baseball game rerunning on the TV behind the bar. His watch strikes one AM. He’s had enough of watching the Yankees win, and he’s done waiting around. 

✴︎ ✴︎ ✴︎

“We really put on a show for him, huh? D’ya think it worked?” 

“Oh yeah. S’pretty obvious through those tight ass jeans he’s got.” 

Ashley hums in consideration and melts further into the partition she’s leaning back against as she stands in the bathroom stall, head lolling to the side as her thoughts swim behind her eyelids. 

“I dunno. Think we made ‘im mad.”

“Mad?” You lick a slow, wet stripe across the length of her cunt between words, flicking the point of your tongue over her clit on the way up, smiling as her fingers tighten in your hair. “Or riled up?”

“Fuck, do that again.”

You dive back in, suckling on her clit until she twitches and then lapping between her folds briefly before focusing back on her clit again. You can feel her stomach and her thighs tightening under your grip as her breath gets more and more ragged. 

You’ve been trying to be quiet at least, but you can feel her slim body tightening under your hands, can hear her breathing become more and more ragged, and as she gets closer and closer to cumming for you like this, you can’t help the wet noises your mouth makes against her dripping heat, and you’re too far gone to care. The other people in the bathroom are talking loud enough that there’s a chance they might not hear you. If they do, there’s no sign that they care, so you don’t have a reason to either. 

Ashley can’t hold back much either, and her pants turn into whines that turn into needy mewls, the most beautiful, pitiful sound you’ve ever fucking heard. She starts grinding into your face in search of release and you gladly let her, kneeling there with your tongue out wide, gripping her hips to keep her up on her shaky legs. 

“M’so close… please, I need… oh… ugh, I don’t think I can, I just…”

You look up and see her face screwed up tight in a face that doesn’t seem quite right. You pull away from her.

“You alright?” 

“Yeah, just… I don’t think I can like this,” she half-whispers. 

You wipe her slick off of your chin as you stand and steady yourself on the opposite side of the stall, mirroring her posture as you lean back. You give her space as you both catch your breath, watching to make sure she’s not uncomfortable or if she needs to puke or something. 

She makes a frustrated sound as she smooths her skirt back down over her hips, and then she speaks again. 

“Maybe I’m not that into girls,” she shrugs. 

Then her eyes meet yours, and you’ve been friends for so long that nothing needs to be said to know the irony wasn’t lost on either of you. You both break into giggles at the exact same time.

“Shut up,” she basically squeals, covering the blush on her face with her hands, but not at all covering her smile. 

“No, no, it’s fine, really,” you reassure her. “You need anything?” 

She responds to the question by pressing her palms into her eyes and groaning at the ceiling. Then she drops them dramatically and laments by mouthing the words, “some dick.” 

You haphazardly smooth out her hair and whisper, “then let’s go get you some, he’s out there waiting!” 

She pouts while she bends down to pull her underwear up from her knees. “But howww?” she whines. “He seems more interested in you, anyway.” 

“Wait, really?”

“Uh, yeah.” 

She finishes putting herself back together with a huff before pausing to look at you. Your eyes narrow as a smirk pulls on the corners of your lips.

“I have an idea if you’re down to share.” 

✴︎ ✴︎ ✴︎

Leon paces in the bathroom hall nervously, trying not to look like an absolute creep as his head shoots up each time someone leaves the women’s room. The clock is creeping towards last call, and it won’t be long before he has no choice but to ask a stranger to fetch you. But in the event you two really are in there fucking, getting you caught is the last thing he wants to do. At this point it might actually be better if you stay in there until the patrons clear out and he can yell in there himself without worrying too much. 

Just as he’s about to pull out his hair, you finally emerge. Every word he wants to yell dies in his throat as soon as he sees you. 

Oh, you were definitely fucking in there. 

Ashley’s clothes are definitely not on as they were. Her top is tucked unevenly and off-center into her skirt, which is sitting a noticeable inch higher on her waist. And her hair, which usually manages to stay perfectly styled even in the most chaotic situations, is frizzy on the back of her head. 

And you? Your lips are puffy and pink. Your hair is tucked messily behind your ears. Your knees are indented red like you’d been on them for an hour. Your mascara is smudged around your eyes, making them look doll-like as you look up at him with your irises blown wide. 

Just as he thought his boner was gone for good, it twitches back to life, and although it makes him angry and incredulous all over again, it steals blood from his brain that he could better use to find the words to scold you. Instead, he speaks as firmly and bluntly as possible.

“It’s time to go.” 

You and Ashley pout as you scamper over to him, complaining like petulant children. His eye twitches as each of you grab onto either one of his arms, winding your hands around his biceps and leaning into his side. When he looks down and sees Ashley’s fake little innocent smile and your tits squished up against his arm, the words die in his throat all over again. 

He’s trying to walk as fast as possible down the city street to his car, but it’s a chore in and of itself. It’s like you’re taking turns getting your heels caught in the seams of the sidewalk and stumbling back into him, pushing him to the side which sends the other tottering away. He has no choice but to put an arm around your waists to anchor you to him. He imagines how he must look to the other passerby, and it makes his head feel hot.

The whole time you’re giggling to yourselves and talking across his chest like it’s a dinner table. Your laughs ring out like chimes in the night air, your voices keep rising to a girlish pitch and then down to a sultry purr. Your hands are squeezing his arm muscles while Ashley rests her head on his shoulder. He can smell the alcohol mixing with your perfumes, and he’s really trying to ignore the unmistakable smell of sex that’s lurking in the undernotes. 

You bring up your ex boyfriend and the information lands in his head like lightning, frying his whole perception of you. He might actually have a shot. 

Nope. He can’t think about that. It’s beyond too late to flirt with you. You just had sex with the other girl in his arms and you’re way too drunk to consent. 

The contradiction of that last thought nearly makes him grimace out loud. 

He sees his car and he’s never fumbled for his keys faster. He sighs in relief when you detach from him and skip ahead to the lights that blink when he unlocks it. His chest tightens as you debate who gets to ride shotgun, and he feels a weight lifted from his shoulders when you both climb into the backseat. 

He puts his hand on the door handle and pauses. Looking up at the night sky, he asks the stars to guide him safely to the end of this horrible night. He subtly adjusts himself in his jeans, and then he finds the courage to open the door and get behind the wheel. 

“Seatbelts.” 

You and Ashley keep talking amongst each other, not acknowledging his command, but he eventually hears two seatbelts click and peels off towards the highway. 

This is it, the home stretch. If only Ashley didn’t live all the way in the goddamn suburbs. 

✴︎ ✴︎ ✴︎

Your head bounces with each bump on the asphalt as you watch the city lights float by. You love the city like this. Late enough that the city is asleep, to pretend that it’s only inhabited by you and your current company in the private domain of a near stranger’s car. 

Well, you were more of a stranger to Leon than vice versa. You’d heard plenty about him from Ashley and he certainly lived up to her descriptions. Paired with the alcohol swimming in your stomach and the lack of release after your little bathroom bar activities, you were worried you’d soak through your skirt. 

You bit your lip and looked at Ashley, and she looked equally ready to pounce. It was time to get this show on the road. 

“So, Ashley…” you began. “Are you still sleeping with that one guy?”

She shrugged and played her part. “Nah. He was really small.”

“Ugh, seriously? But he was the tall one, wasn’t he?”

“Yep. Can’t judge a book by its shoe size, apparently.” 

“But I mean, if he knows how to use it, right…?” 

“Pfft, I’ve never met anyone who said a guy can use three inches right.” 

You let out a shocked noise and you broke out into laughs. Then you turned your attention to the seat in front of you.

“You’re a guy, what do you think, Leon?” 

You watched him through the rear view mirror, eyes catching briefly as he knit his brows and blinked.

“What?” 

You leaned forward, keeping his gaze as it darted between you and the road ahead.

“Does size matter?”

You bit the inside of your cheek to stifle a wicked grin as he choked on air, shaking his head a bit as the bluntness caught him off guard. 

“I— I don’t know, that’s not— jesus…”

You sat back pleased as he trailed off, unable to come up with an answer. 

Ashley kicked her feet up onto the center console, crossing her ankles right next to where he rested his elbow, toeing the back of his arm as she spoke.

“I bet you’ve never had to worry ‘bout that, huh?”

He yanked his arm away from her teasing and rubbed his face before white knuckling the wheel, lips pursed tight and speedometer climbing. God, watching him squirm was a lot of fun.

You didn’t wait for him to answer, you turned right on back to Ashley. 

“So did I convert you tonight or what?”

Ashley hummed and pretended to think. “I don’t know… I mean, you’re a really good kisser…”

You leaned in a little closer to her. “Yeah?”

“…and you have the prettiest pussy…” 

She met you over the middle seat, so close your noses nearly rubbed as you smirked at each other. 

“But…?”

“…But you did all the work. I didn’t get to taste you.”

You gasped dramatically, then purred against her lips. 

“How rude of me. Eating my fill while you went hungry… how can I make it up to you, princess?” 

“You can start by…” 

✴︎ ✴︎ ✴︎

Leon is seconds away from blowing a gasket or driving into the guard rail. He doesn’t know what to do. 

Two of the hottest women he’s ever met are heavy petting in the backseat of his car. It’s too dark to see exactly what’s happening in the rear view, and he’s speeding too much to risk looking behind him. All he can see are arms and legs moving around indistinctly, and all he can hear are your moans in between the soft smacks of your lips. 

It’s getting increasingly difficult to stay between the white lines and increasingly difficult to keep his mouth shut. A bar bathroom is one thing, but this is his fucking car. 

A particularly needy moan leaves your throat, and he’s pretty sure you’ve moved on from kissing. 

He’s trying to ignore it. Trying not to count the miles still remaining, trying not to keep glancing at the rearview mirror and wondering whose limb he’s looking at and what exactly they’re doing. Trying not to imagine Ashley going down on you while he goes 85 mph on the highway, what your face would look like, what your voice would sound like as you came, trying not to wonder if he turned the radio up, if he could get away with palming himself through his jeans for some fucking relief. 

He’s trying not to ruin your girl’s night, too, despite it all. He doesn’t want to lose his temper, to ream you like a parent. He’s held on this long. Only twenty-five miles to go. 

He still has twenty-five miles to go. 

He’s sweating through his hoodie at the effort it takes to keep himself contained. When he hears the seatbelts unfasten, he snaps. 

In seconds flat, the turn signal is on, the brake pedal is on the floor, and he’s yanking open the back door on the side of the highway. 

Your back had been against the door and you yelp as you nearly tumble through, holding onto Ashley’s arms as you now lie flat on your back. The cool night air blows against your kiss-flushed face as your head hangs off the side of the seat, and you’re delighted to be met with a full frontal view of Leon’s hips as he stands there barking demands.

“Seatbelts.”

You smile up at Leon from below. He does not smile back. 

“Put your goddamn seatbelts on. Now.” 

You feel Ashley arch her back as she straddles you, laying her girlish charms on thick for him as she pouts and bats her lashes. 

“Oh come onnn, we’re just having a little fun, Leon—”

That does just the trick to push him over the edge. 

“You’re having fun, I sure as hell am not. Sit the fuck down so I can take you home and be done with this shit, you’re both acting like fucking brats.”

He’s wearing a full-on snarl as he rants and pushes Ashley off of your lap, haphazardly leaning over you to try and yank her seatbelt back on for her. He’s doing a decent job of avoiding his crotch going into your face, but with how he’s kneeling on the floor, he’s halfway in the backseat already. All you’d have to do to bring him fully inside is hook your fingers in his belt loops and pull the car door shut behind him.

So that’s exactly what you do.

“What the—“

He’s suddenly wide-eyed and scrambling not to crash into Ashley, but she tugs on his hoodie to keep him right there in front of her. By the time you scramble to sit upright, wrap your arms around his chest, and kiss along his neck, Ashley’s mouth is traveling along the other side of his jaw. 

Leon is frozen in place, hands hovering in the air as his brain scrambles, stuttering protests through his heartbeat in his throat. 

“What are you— no, Ashley, your— you’re drunk, and y-your dad—”

You ignore him, smiling against his pulse point you’ve made wet with kisses as you run your hands under his hoodie, feeling him tense and inhale sharply as your hands move up the warm, firm muscles of his torso. 

“You’re right, Ash, he is cut.” 

Her hands graze against yours as she gathers the front of his hoodie and t-shirt.

“Just wait ‘til you see them.”

In the blink of an eye, he’s shirtless, the upper half of his clothing tossed somewhere forgotten in the front seat. The sight of his back muscles alone stokes the fire in you to a scorching blaze, and you push him back by the shoulder until his back is against the middle seat. 

You and Ashley pounce on Leon as a single unit, hip to hip as you straddle each of his thighs, hands and mouths traversing every inch of him. You’re in heaven as you feel up his brawniness, you can’t resist the urge to nip at his pec while one hand skims his abs and the other weaves into his hair. 

And the best part of all? The sounds he’s making. He’s gasping breathlessly as he twitches under your dual touches, throat bobbing as he tries to swallow the weak grunts in his throat. He’s still trying to tell you to stop, but he’s failing miserably to come across as even slightly assertive.

“We… I can’t, this isn’t—“ he gulps thickly “—it’s not right, you’re… you’re both way too drunk, I need… to get you home.”

Ashley purrs like a devil in his ear as she guides his hand to rest on her ass under her skirt. “You could easily push us off… but you’re not.”

You lick a strip up his torso and add, “clearly you want us,” as you grip his hardness through his jeans. 

Leon looks like the air got knocked out of his lungs as you squeeze it. You salivate at the size of it in your hand, feeling his hips jolt forward and his cock throb under your touch. You seize his other hand to fix it to your breast and sit back to watch. 

You unconsciously start grinding yourself on his thigh, sighing at the friction of his jeans against the thin fabric of your underwear under your skirt. Ashley had already been doing the same, her skirt already bunched at her waist from when you and her had been making out, giving you a full view of her ass as she rocks on him. Leon’s hand is still on her hip, grabbing tight without her even holding it there, and you look back at him with a raised eyebrow as if to say, caught ya. 

He has the most pitiful look on his face when his eyes lock with yours. His mouth is parted as he pants, his eyelids are low and his pupils are blown wide, brows curled up as if to plead with you. It stirs something dark in your gut, but it’s void of any of the mercy he wished for. 

You rub his bulge with a firm grip as you lean in, your lips ghosting over his as you coo, looking straight into his eyes. 

“Just let us fuck you.” 

Leon’s only response is a whine as Ashley’s hand joins yours. You close the distance and take him in a searing, sultry kiss, and the second your tongue meets his, he moans— the sound a starting bell for Ashley to tug him free of his jeans in a flurry. 

You devour every sound that escapes him as his cock springs free and meets the heady air of his car, shifting slightly to allow Ashley to push his jeans and boxers to his knees at once. He’s shaking and still trying so hard not to give in, squeezing your breast tight in his big hand to hold onto something. 

You’re only distantly aware of Ashley’s movements until Leon breaks the kiss with a choking sound. You follow his gaze down to see Ashley looking up at him with doe eyes as she licks a stripe up his cock, tongue circling around the tip as she holds him by the base with delicate fingers. She’s arched on all fours across the seats, wiggling her ass in the air while she wraps her lips around the head like a taunt. 

You look back at Leon with a smirk, and it’s like it all really clicks for him as you hold his gaze all the way down until you’re mirroring Ashley. His breathing grows more rapid each time he looks between you, chanting, “oh god, oh god,” under his breath.

Ashley pulls off of him with a lustful sigh, and you replace her lips with your own. Leon’s hips twitch when you hum around the taste of his precum and Ashley’s spit as you bob your head around his cock once, twice, three times, and then trade off with her again. 

You pull his thighs a touch farther apart and crane your neck to lick his balls while Ashley fixes her lips around the head of his cock, and for the first time, his groan sounds less restrained. Your toes curl in your heels at the sound and it encourages you to move deeper in, sucking one fully into your mouth. 

Ashley’s chin hits the top of your head softly with each up and down motion, and you get out of her way by joining her, licking a wet strip up the side of his shaft until your mouth reaches Ashley’s. You exchange a short, sloppy kiss, and Leon’s breath hitches as his cock becomes momentarily forgotten, only to be overwhelmed the next second as you and her take each side of his shaft between your plump, wet lips.

“Oh, holy fuck,” he groans, head falling back at the feeling before he watches with wide eyes. How could he look away? 

It’s the most unholy sight he’s ever seen in his life, your lips moving up and down either side of his cock in tandem, tongues darting out at different times to support the weight of his length or to run across his cock vein. You start moving out of sync in your eagerness, lewdly lapping and sucking wherever your mouths find, and his shaky hands fall on her back and your head as he succumbs to doing nothing but feel. 

But just as he got on the path of comfortability, things changed, and Ashley moved up to straddle him. You made room for her but kept your hand around him to pump his spit-slick shaft in a loose fist, twisting it as you rounded his head and squeezing at the base as she settled above it. 

He begged Ashley for his life as you pushed her panties to the side to line him up with her entrance. 

“Ash, we— fuck, we really shouldn’t, you know that, please, ahhh—“

Still, his nervous hands were resting on her hips, and you pushed up her skirt to gather the fabric in his hands, which he held without being told. 

“But you’ve been so hard all night…” Ashley said with an exaggerated sympathetic tone, arching back and forth to let his tip gather the wetness between her crease. 

“And you said you weren’t having any fun…” you added.

“We felt bad that we kept leaving you out.”

But all your pity was insincere, and Leon felt it as you shook his cock back and forth over Ashley’s clit, the action making both of them moan— and it was a knife you twisted further as you notched him against her entrance and held him there as Ashley slowly began to sink down. 

It was an incredible sight you had a front-row view of. The way her folds wrapped around him like petals on the way down, how her pussy gripped him on the way up, over and over, inch by inch. Your ears were filled with their contrasting sounds, hers of delight and relief, and his ragged and ripping out of his throat as he clamored, his fists bunching the fabric of her skirt impossibly tight in his hands.

“Ashley, oh— oh my god, fuck—“

“God, Leon, you feel so good… can’t believe you’ve held out on me for so long.”

You watched in an inebriated trance as she picked up speed, her wetness creating soft plap plap’s in the car and leaving a ring of cream around the base of his shaft. You couldn’t help yourself; you grabbed the meat of her ass to keep her from dropping back down on him and licked it off, all the way from his base to where her cunt stretched around him. 

Leon’s head shot forward in a silent scream, looking at you wildly over her shoulder, and Ashley wiggled her hips on him before bouncing shallowly to retain enough room for you to stay there. You kept his gaze as much as you could as you lapped her juices off him again. 

But Ashley understandably couldn’t be satisfied with taking a fraction of him for long, and ever the good friend, she couldn’t let you stay down there forever. 

“Leon, d’your back seats recline?”

You knew just what she had in mind, and you felt around the underside of the seats in the dark to search for a lever.

“Wha—“

“Found it.” 

You pulled it, and they fell back with a clunk; the back seats now opened up into his jeep's trunk, forming a sufficient enough bed for your purposes. The air ws pushed from Leon’s lungs as he suddenly found himself horizontal, and he was even more breathless as Ashley rode him again at once.

You crawled slowly and slinkily on all fours towards him, removing your shoes and underwear as you went, dragging your fingertips across his sculpted torso and up his neck until your face hovered over his. You pushed the stray stands of his hair out of his face with a gentle touch, and for a moment, you simply took him in. 

He looks so pretty and helpless as he shakes with the car’s suspension, with his eyes all unfocused as they flutter to meet yours. Every time his brows twitch tight together, which is every second or two as Ashley bounces on him steadily, his expression goes from softness to insanity. The tendons in his neck are tight as he tries to hold his noises within it, making his jawline even sharper, and all of his bone structure is accentuated by the shadows of the night. 

His face is too pretty. You just have to sit on it. So you do. 

You straddle his face and hold your skirt up, hovering over his lips as you watch him. He shatters into a lustful expression as he takes in the sight of your pussy, brows curled up with a groan, and you don’t miss the way his head lifts slightly off the floor and nearer to you. You tilt your head and keep yourself away— he’s just too much fun to toy with, especially as he hits his head back down and groans in frustration. 

“You want it?” 

He sighs shakily as he looks back up at you, grunting as Ashley bounces on him with an especially loud smack of their hips. He bites his lips and squeezes his eyes shut, too ashamed of himself to say yes out loud, but his frantic nod is clear.

You hold him tight by the bangs, the pain giving him just enough time to open his eyes before you say, “then eat up,” and sit right down on his mouth. 

You moan freely as he wastes no time in eagerly doing so, and jesus, you can feel how wet you are as his tongue passes between your folds to lap it up. His hands fly up to grasp your hips and pull you further down onto his face, and you let out a sharp gasp as he turns his attention to your clit, sucking the bud of nerves into the vacuum of his mouth and flicking it with his tongue.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” you say breathily, and whether you said it to him or to yourself is anyone’s guess. 

Your vision is still soft around the edges as the alcohol lingers in your bloodstream, making you just uninhibited enough to not be shy about what’s happening, and that it’s happening while a steady rhythm of plap plap’s sound as your best friend gets off on him behind you. 

You cover his hands with your own as he goes back to tonguing the whole of your dripping cunt, using his strong arms to balance yourself as your eyes roll back in your head. The darkness behind your eyelids spin in your tipsy state, and the next time he delivers the point of his tongue to curled your clit, your thighs twitch hard and you nearly topple forward. 

Ashley, ever a good friend, catches you by the arm. You look back at her over your shoulder, laughing airily as you lock eyes with her. But your blissful little smile is wiped off your face as she slows her movements on top of him to lean forward and takes you in a kiss. 

It’s fleeting; at this angle you strain to meet her lips. You take the natural solution, and as quickly as possible, you turn yourself around to face her, only stealing a quick glance between your legs to make sure you’re sitting back down on Leon’s waiting tongue before kissing Ashley full and open mouthed. 

Cars fly by on the highway as you curl your hips up and down Leon’s tongue, the headlights flashing quick bursts of light into the car. Leon tenses under you, his hands that are kneading your ass tightening each time, and you separate from Ashley’s kiss to grind back on him in response. When you look forward again, you wonder why you ever looked anywhere else since this began. 

Ashley looked straight out of a porno Girls Gone Wild would pay millions to get on tape, and here it was, right in front of your eyes. Her hair is untucked from her ears, falling over her face that glows with sweat and the glitter remnants of her lip gloss, her eyes half lidded and her plush lips open through her moans. Perched forward on her arms, her bare breasts are squeezed together and they rock back and forth with each bounce on Leon’s cock.bAnd holy shit, the way his cock looks disappearing in and out of her, glistening where the moonlight catches the slick that covers it. 

Ashley sees you staring and leans back, holding Leon’s legs behind her as she rides him with her knees wide, giving you a full display of her tight, pink pussy gripping his girth as she continues.  

She stills for a moment, looks down at where their bodies connect, and then back up at you with a sultry dark glint in her eye.

“Go ahead.”

Your heart races until it clicks, and then you’re immediately on all fours to lick a long, wet stripe from the base of Leon’s cock all the way up to her clit. 

It is by far the most insane, utterly indecent thing you’ve ever done, and you go wild.

Ashley starts slowly riding him, not going too fast so your tongue can catch everywhere it wants to roam. Leon’s legs squirm and you feel his chest rise and fall under you from how hard he’s breathing, both from Ashley’s torturously slow pace and at the sensation he can only feel, not see. The rumble of his muffled sounds goes straight to your cunt as you grind back on his face. 

And fuck, their skin tastes so good together, and they look so good together, and you’re catching her sweet, thick juices off the veins of his cock. It’s all more than enough to make your thighs tighten around Leon’s face. His fingers are searing into the soft flesh of your ass, but you don’t quite think you’re suffocating him, and you don’t really care. All you care about is catching Ashley’s clit in your mouth and keeping it there to make those pretty sounds bounce off the interior of Leon’s car. 

She bucks into your mouth with a gasp when you find it, and you don’t have to be the one inside of her to feel the way her walls are clenching at the feeling. You hold her thigh as she sits all the way down on Leon, stuffed full, only the very base of his cock visible as she grinds firmly on him. Her moans get more and more desperate as she chases a high you’re dead-set on delivering. 

But she isn’t the only one who’s feverishly close. Leon pushes you off of him an inch, just enough to breathe and just enough to speak. 

“Fuck, ahh, ahh, please move, you’re gonna fucking kill me—“

You shut him up by lowering down on him, riding his tongue just as eagerly as you use your own on Ashley. His flat tongue feels like velvet friction against your clit, and hers is silken against your mouth, and all around you is the heady, sweet scent of sex.

Leon’s hips buck upwards, but she only fixes down on him further as her orgasm mounts, holding you by the hair as Ashley ruts deep onto him and into your mouth. Each movement becomes more shaky and each breath becomes more hitched as she cries out louder and louder until—

“There, there, oh fuck yes, yes—“

You feel her pleasure snap under your touch with shaky thighs and a high pitched melody of moans, and you devour every ounce of slick that gushes from her and onto the base of Leon’s cock with a wild tongue around them both. You groan at the sweet taste of it and just how much there was, knowing you caused it, and knowing your lappings are causing Leon’s pained sounds just as much as Ashley pulsing around him with each wave of her pleasure. 

Her hips twitch away from you and you look up at her through your lashes with a smile, one which she returns until you land a sharp lick on her oversensitive clit and she reflexively jolts away. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Leon whines in frustration as Ashley dismounts with a satisfied hum. 

You look down at his cock as it lands wet, heavy and throbbing dark pink against his stomach. You glance at Ashley and see her sitting back against the car door, still catching her breath as she watches you with a dizzy, blissful expression.

“You gotta try him,” she says, wiping away the sweat where it makes her bangs stick to her forehead. 

You don’t need any more encouragement than that. Before Leon even registers it, you flip around on him, line him up with your entrance, and watch his face shatter as you lower down. 

He’s big, feeling even bigger than he looks, but at this point you’re so wet, both from the anticipation and from his spit. Added with Ashley’s cum still covering his cock, it glides in like fine silk, and there’s no other way to describe it but luxurious.

His face shatters as you do, a strangled sound escaping his throat as he watches you take him in with pure bliss, then turning into a slew of profanities and low sighs as you start to move. He rests his hands on the tops of your thighs as you ride him steadily, his head tipping back hard and his throat bobbing as he tries to swallow his sounds to no avail. 

You lean forward and brace yourself with both hands on his firm chest, soaking up the fact that you’re riding a man who’s this gorgeous. You pick up speed and his head lolls until his blown eyes lock with yours. You hold it, intentionally landing yourself down onto him hard just to watch him struggle through a groan of pleasure as he hits you deep, but you wouldn’t ignore his reactions if you were paid to. 

“Yeah? You like that?” 

You do it again, and again, just to watch him break down. 

Ashley leans forward, sitting elegantly with her legs sideways as she runs her fingers down his jaw to guide his gaze towards her.

“You like being used like a toy?” she purrs. His eyes roll back before glazing over you and then back to her when she gently shakes his jaw in her delicate hand. “C’mon, tell us.”

You feel your own pleasure mount as you watch her tease him. Every time you bottom out, his body smacks against your sensitive clit and his cock roughs over the deepest, most incredible spots inside of your tight walls, sending the most intense sensations through you from the inside out. Each new rebound onto him multiplies the feeling, and each small thrust as he tries to meet your pace creates a new crack in your smoky gaze. 

Suddenly, your desperation to cum is written all over your face, contorting into pleasure as you call wantonly for both of them.

“Ohh fuck, Ash—” you inhale deeply as you find a slightly faster rhythm and a new, deeper angle, “—M’close Leon, please…”

Your brain scrambles with each new stroke of his cock stretching your entrance and passing over your sweet spot. Your focus gets pulled towards maintaining your balance and your burning thigh muscles, but you keep riding him through it to chase the high it promises. But despite it all, you linger on the brink of orgasm, unable to ascend any further, and you’re unable to think straight as you remain right there on the edge. 

Luckily, Ashley does the thinking for you. With one hand on the back of each of your heads, she draws you and Leon towards each other. As you become face-to-face with him, your arms buckle under you; he instinctively wraps a steadying arm around your waist, keeping your torsos flush as he props himself up on one elbow. 

Leon doesn’t need to be told what to do; his body acts for him, fucking his cock into you from below. You can feel his abs flex against the soft skin of your stomach with each thrust he sends upwards into your cunt, and your lips drag against his neck as your mouth falls open into a lilting moan. 

But Ashley still isn’t done; you’re cradled in his arms only momentarily before she guides you away from him just enough to steer his mouth down below your collarbone. 

“You’ve been staring at her tits all night; C’mon, give ‘em the attention they need, Leon.”

He catches your swinging breast between his lips, pressing his face into the supple skin and sucking it into the vacuum of his mouth to keep it there as his pace increases. Your toes curl as he laves his tongue around your nipple, and you grip hard onto his delts as the feeling compounds with his powerful thrusts. 

His tongue, cock, and whines all become wild as his control fractures, and you grip his hair just as tight as his hands grasp onto your waist. Your surroundings become a blur as your pleasure flares into a bright inner heat, and you’re only aware of Leon speaking because he detaches from your breast to do so. 

“Fuck, gonna cum, where should I—”

You hold tight to the back of his head to push his mouth back to your breast, needing the feeling as you totter desperately within reach of your orgasm. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” you chant, your voice high-pitched and airy as stars appear in your eyes. Then Ashley’s plump lips capture yours in a hot, open-mouthed kiss, and as your eyes close, you’re lost in a world of utter feeling.

You know what’s bound to happen next, and you know it isn’t responsible. But you’d rather risk it than make him pull out right as your pleasure begins to boil over. More than that, him cumming inside of you is precisely what pushes you over the edge. 

Leon gives a final warning, but you don’t change your mind in the slightest. 

“I’m gonna— gonna cum, fuck, fuck—“

Your lips break from Ashley’s as your own orgasm crashes through your body, and if it weren’t for Leon holding you flush to him, you’re sure you would’ve toppled over by the force of it. Your whole body seizes in waves, and your cunt throbs as it releases around Leon’s pistoning cock.

And Leon, he just keeps on going, his pace frantic as you both release in time with each other. And from the sounds and sensations coming from between your thighs, it’s making a mess. 

You’re wound tight around him, and combined with his firm but erratic thrusts in and out of your gushing cunt, your slick mixes with his cum and leaks out all over the both of you. Each snap of his hips draws out more sopping slick and the sound cracks wetly in the car, undeniably perverse as it sets the rhythm your moans follow. 

You both come down in heaving breaths and sweaty skin, and you don’t detach until you feel that he’s gone soft. He’d been laying under you in a daze until you raise your hips, and he hisses as his soaked cock hits his stomach. 

You look down between your bodies and swear under your breath as you watch more of his cum drip from you like white sap and land on his spent cock, further covering it in a beautiful layer of filth.

“Holy shit, you came so much, Leon.”

Ashley’s hand glides soothing down the curve of your spine, her gaze following down until she sees it, her green eyes going wide at the sight. 

“Oh my god, he so did,” she remarks before looking back at Leon with a coy smile. “You really liked us that much, huh?”

Leon’s eyes pinch tight as he sighs like he’s annoyed, but the blush creeping up his face gives him away completely. He turns his head, but you still catch the corner of his mouth twitching upwards, too. 

You roll off of him and lay there with your body buzzing and sleepiness setting in. It sets in for Leon, too. 

Then, just as he got comfortable, reality hit Leon like cold water to the face.

He’s naked except for his jeans around his knees. 

His soft cock is covered in two women’s cum and a thick layer of his own as it sits in the suddenly cold-feeling air.

He’s laying back down in the back of his car with two naked women on the side of the highway. Ashley to one side, and you on the other.

Ashley’s naked except for her skirt and playing with his hair as he stares at the low ceiling.

Your head rests of his shoulder as you drift in the afterglow.

You’re stuffed full of his cum. 

He came inside you. 

He was supposed to get you both home safe, and instead, this.

He’s going to hell, and he’s totally fucking fired. 

He sits upright with a gasp, ignoring the tired groans from you both as he yanks his bottoms back in place, ignoring the uncomfortable stickiness in them, too. He reaches around for his hoodie and grimaces every time he finds a handful of one of your clothes instead, throwing them behind him to both get the reminder out of sight and to toss them to you quickly. 

“Shit, get dressed, we have to go.”

Ashley scoffs beside you, lazily untangling her bra with no rush to put it on. 

“Pshh, whatever.”

You sigh at the lovely feeling of your sore muscles as you sit up, taking your top and putting it on as you look between them. You’re not bothered by Leon’s mad dash to get himself in order per se, but it’s in such contrast to Ashley that you’re waiting to see where it’ll go. 

He drags his hands hard over his face and shakes his head incredulously, looking out the windows in search of cop cars that aren’t there. 

“It’s almost three in the goddamn morning, I have to get you home, jesus fucking christ I’m so dead, holy shit…”

Leon’s rambling to himself mid freak out. You can’t lie, it’s kind of cute. He’s cute, especially with his lips still plump and swollen and his dark blond hair unknowingly askew, his bliss-blown eyes puppylike as they widen with anxiety. It makes you sit extra pretty once you’re done redressing yourself, legs folded under you and hands on your knees as you watch him stress with doe eyes, waiting for him to look back at you. 

“Why are you so stressed?” Ashley says as she puts on her socks slowly, drawing out the vowels in her little cloud of satisfaction. You can tell she’s poking his buttons on purpose, but he can’t. 

“Because,” Leon snaps before catching himself. His tone lowers as he continues, speaking in a mock whisper. “I work for your dad, the president, and we just—“ 

He’s cut off by nothing but his own labored breaths as he takes in the sight of you and Ashley before him. Like he’s adjusting to the reality of what just happened as if he didn’t live through it— didn’t whine and moan like a whore through it, too. 

But you both look oddly beautiful, despite how wrecked you look; the mix of the alcohol, car sex, and the late hours all showed on your faces, your previously polished appearances looking as tainted as you were, like succubi that now showed your true forms after hiding it under your angelicly tempting exteriors all night.

Fuck, you both looked so pretty. Even in the dark. Even drunk on shots and his cock alike. Especially that. 

Your breath caught as he suddenly leaned in, your lips parting slightly as he came towards you. Then you yelped as the seat sprung back upright. 

“Seatbelts,” he said bluntly, then quickly left to return to the driver’s seat. 

You looked at Ashley in a moment of tension, and as Leon got back on the highway, all you could do was giggle. 

The drive back to Ashley’s was quiet as drowsiness set in, your head leaned against the window as the city lights dimmed into suburban streetlights. You felt weighed down with lead as the car parked and you unbuckled yourself. You were really grateful that Leon spared you the effort of opening the car door. 

Sleep must have gotten to him too, as he was softer now, helping you and Ashley out with steadying hands. The three of you stumbled to her place tiredly, and Leon carried two pairs of heels in each hand. 

Ashley fumbled with her keys before turning the front door open. “It’s late, you can crash here if you want,” she offered to Leon.

“No, that’s alright. Your couch isn’t that comfortable anyways.”

“Kay. Goodnight,” Ashley said through a yawn, walking towards her room without once looking behind her. 

Leon set your heels down in the entryway without stepping a foot inside. You lingered at the door, leaning against it for support as you watched him step backwards and away, your eyes catching as he waited for you to speak.

“Goodnight, Leon. Thanks for a fun night.” 

“Yeah, uh… no problem,” he said sheepishly, his cheeks pinkening just a touch. “Go get some sleep.”

“Alright,” you smiled. “See you around.”

He stumbled for a response as he fumbled to get his keys out of his pocket. “Yeah, I’ll… I’ll see you around.”

You wore a cheesy grin all the way to Ashley’s bed where you found her face down and passed out, and it stuck until the moment you fell asleep, floating in her fluffy blankets and feeling the slick between your legs, still dripping onto your thighs. You imagined Leon finding your underwear in his backseat in whatever corner they ended up in. 

Part of you hoped he got your number from Ashley to give them back. Another part of you kinda hoped he’d keep them. 

Personal lives are nonexistent for the poor souls who train at USSTRATCOM; in fact, they’re outright forbidden. But the human will is a stubborn thing, and experiencing constant, extreme conditions makes many recruits willing to do extreme things to fulfill any personal desire at all. Whether it be sneaking a book to their bunk or rubbing one out in the showers, there’s only one rule: don't get caught.

But none are more stubborn than you and Leon Kennedy. It's why you’d each survived the experiences that landed you in military custody in the first place. You’re too stubborn to fail, too hard-headed to die. At least that’s what Krauser always says; that that’s how you both so quickly rose to be his two most-promising recruits

But being on Major Krauser's pedestal came with crippling pressure to keep ahold of his fickle approval. Every trainee lives under his constant scrutiny, and no slip-up is too small to go unnoticed. And his attention, good or bad, isn't something anyone wants to have. 

Krauser stated his goal explicitly on the very first day of training— "I will break you" —and he makes good on that promise every single day. Those who he sees as weak are given extra drills and rounds in the fighting ring until they puke from overexertion, and those he believes in are pushed past their limits, resulting in the exact same end.

So to say that you’re stressed would be a laughable understatement, and you blow off steam in equal measure when you can. And since you’re constantly reduced to nothing but a primal instinct to survive, your vice of choice is somewhat primal as well.

You’re a classic barracks bunny. Sue you for having needs, but there are worse things to be. Besides, all female recruits are on a steady diet of birth control, so the number of risks are relatively few.

Leon, however, didn’t exactly seem to approve. He never brought it up, but you once locked eyes with him as you snuck out of the men’s barracks, and it didn’t take a genius to guess what you’d been doing there at such a late hour. He’d never make you feel bad about it, and you hardly had time to dwell on it in the scarce minutes of the day not spent training or sleeping, but you were sure you caught a sour look of disapproval in his eyes. 

You and Leon were once as close to friends as anyone could be in a hellscape like USSTRATCOM, so if you’re being honest, yeah, you’re a bit embarrassed that he’d caught you like that, and you haven’t been able to fight off the pangs of guilt you feel in his presence now. So although the topic has gone untouched, it's been a little tense between you ever since; just enough to notice but not enough to address. 

Besides, the kind of tension is the only thing that’s new between you and Leon. Tension sprouted within the very first days of group training and had grown ever since, and other people noticed, too. They all chalked it up to being competitive rivals, but it was anything but that. 

You have the fattest, most hopeless crush on him ever. Hell, you’re one bad day or BOW incident away from admitting that you’re in love.

That’s what makes you feel so guilty about the subtle glint of disappointment you keep finding in Leon's gaze now. Wondering what he thinks about you makes you beyond anxious, and you doubt you'll ever have the time or courage to find out.

There’s a reason you sneak off into nearly everyone's barracks but his, after all: you like him far too much to seek him out for a quick and dirty indulgence. Leon means far more to you than a notch on your belt, and you wouldn’t be able to stand it if you put yourself in a position where he categorized you as a hookup and nothing more.

But what cuts the most? Assuming he feels disappointed in you might be wishful thinking. He most likely thinks you’re a whore, that you’re reckless and irresponsible, probably shares all the typical judgments you know get whispered behind your back. 

Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if he hates you with how he’s been acting cold. 

So despite how much you want him and how often you imagine his face while someone else is balls-deep inside, you’ll never invite yourself into his room, much less admit your feelings for him. Plus, it’s kind of comforting to pretend sleeping around will help you get over your crush.

But your vice of choice has more consequences than those of emotional repression. You have to sacrifice a non-insignificant amount of your already scarce sleep hours to sneak around— and today, the exhaustion has finally caught up to you.

Your aim isn't as sharp, you don't anticipate the most obvious counterattacks, and you’re all-around slower on your feet. Careless mistakes that are totally unlike you, big and small. And no matter how hard you try to muster your strength and focus, dammit, you just can’t stop fucking up.

And none of it got past Major Krauser. That results in him keeping you late for after-hours training, but he isn't one to make a recruit suffer alone. Knowing you’ve dragged someone else into it is a part of the punishment in itself. 

So naturally, being the top two recruits, he chose Leon to join you. Just your fucking luck. 

That's how you find yourself here in the indoor ring somewhere after 23:00 hours, the air pushed from your lungs as you crash back-first onto the floor with a knife against your throat for the umpteenth time in a row. 

Krauser is seriously a sick bastard for making you spar with sharpened weapons, by the way, but that isn't breaking news. Just another "privilege" that comes with being his top recruits.

Leon never goes easy on you, either, but this feels different. Like he really does hate you and is taking his frustrations out with each painful blow to your body. The idea doesn't help you focus, and it isn't long before another miscalculation sends you back against the ground, staring at your tired eyes in the reflection of a knife that would've gouged them out in anyone else's hands. 

"You're tired. It’s pathetic. You think the enemy will care that you didn’t get your beauty sleep?”

“No, sir,” you reply through a wheeze as you try to recover your breathing. 

“Again.”

Despite your screaming muscles and the tiredness clouding your head, you stand up at once. You make yourself small as you shift your weight between your feet, poised to move wherever you’ll need to. As your combat knife shines in the gymnasium lights where you hold it in front of you, raised within your fist, you look Leon dead in the eyes and gear up for yet another fight. 

“Go!”

Leon beats you to the opening move. You dodge to the side. For some reason you put your fucking hand out to block him, and it does nothing to stop his knee from reeling straight into your gut. 

You cough and sputter but remain on your feet, stepping back to create a touch of distance to calculate your next move. But you’re more tired than ever now, and your body can’t keep up with your brain. 

As riled up as Leon is, the late hours are getting to him, too.

In a second, he came at you again with a strong left hook. Too stong for an opening blow, especially with a fist instead of his weapon. At last, you see an opening for attack. 

You use his momentum against him, pulling him through by the wrist. He twists sideways to stay upright, and needing to adjust your own balance, you send a sharp kick onto his back. Your eyes widen with adrenaline as it lands just as harshly as you intended; the upper hand finally seems within your reach. 

Or not. He hooks an arm around the back of your knee while your other leg is still mid-kick, and with nothing more than a shove to your chest, you’re on the ground again, pinned in the exact same position as before. 

“Absolutely disgraceful,” Krauser barks. “You’re distracted, rookie.”

You blink once at Leon who’s looking down at you with a similarly confused expression. Although you both fit the title, ‘rookie’ has long since been exclusively reserved for Leon. But you were the one who was called here tonight to be punished; why was Krauser drilling him?

Your knit brows turn to widened eyes as Leon attempts to rise but is stopped by a boot on his back. 

“Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind, pretty boy?”

It’s clearly a trap question, and the pet name is laced with anything but admiration. Leon purses his lips and opens them as he attempts to think of an acceptable answer, but he’s obviously at a loss. You wonder what sadistic plan Krauser has in store as he awaits Leon’s response, and you grow somewhat fearful for the younger man.

Though he speaks with a sure tone, Leon only manages a single word, like he thinks he can get around it by gathering more information first.

“Sir?”

Krauser adding weight to his stance on Leon’s back is all it takes to know it didn’t work.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

“No, sir,” you and Leon say in unison. 

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Krauser spat in your direction. 

“Then tell me,” Krauser continued, his attention returning solely to Leon, “why you’re face-to-face with what’s distracting you, and you can’t tell me what it is. Do you think I haven’t noticed?” 

You get halfway through the thought of “noticed what?” before Krauser pushes Leon down further, so close that the wispy ends of his bangs brush against your cheekbones. You gulp against the knife that still hovers over your neck, but the sharpened edge doesn’t make you feel nearly as nervous as whatever the fuck is happening right now.

You’re used to being in close proximity with Leon in training, but this is entirely different. It’s intimate. Uncomfortably so. It makes your head spin too fast to think about what Krauser just implied.

Instead, your attention is preoccupied with avoiding Leon’s eyes like you’ve been doing for weeks now, but with him this close-range, he’s everywhere, so close that your eyes threaten to cross. You can see every pore on his nose, the moles that constellate his neck, the lines in his forehead where he’ll have wrinkles in ten or so years. 

God, he even looks good this up close and personal. Every detail makes your heart skip and your ears get hot, even in a nerve-racking situation like this. Even when you look away from his stupidly beautiful face, all you can see are his biceps straining as he holds himself over you, flexing against his shirt as he holds himself up against Krauser’s unyielding boot. 

Your adolescent anguish is cut short by Krauser’s attention returning to you.

“That’s why you’re so tired today, isn’t it? From being in this position?”

Oh. Oh no.

A cold wave shoots through you as you realize what all of this is really about. Of course word got around about your late-night escapades; you just didn’t think it’d find its way to Krauser unless he caught you in the act. You now know what a fool you were for ever thinking that.

Krauser and Leon are by far the last people you're ready to address it with, and Krauser just had to bring it up while he keeps you pinned inches beneath the latter. 

It has to be some kind of divine punishment. This is the absolute worst-case scenario. Far worse than you ever could've imagined. The only place to hide is behind the refuge of your eyelids, so you squeeze them tightly shut.

Krauser keeps on twisting the metaphorical knife with a devious laugh that rumbles in his chest.

“You’re awful quiet, rookie. Not gonna defend your lady’s honor? Or, don’t tell me… are you the only one she hasn’t fucked?” 

Your heartbeat turns into a war drum that threatens to beat through your ribs. You're sure Leon can feel it thrum in the air between you. You pray to god in all his mercy to open the ground and swallow you whole, but no such thing will happen.

Leon, however, is praying to a wrathful god to smite Krauser where he stands. He can’t handle it. The humiliation, the intentional offensiveness. The stunning accuracy. Being confronted with it in such a demeaning way. He could maybe take it on the chin if it'd only been about himself, but Leon has long since become protective of you, and he carries your degradation as if it's his own. It's the perfect setup to make him seethe, and Krauser pushes him further with every syllable.

“I asked you a question. Have you fucked her or not?”

Leon’s chest becomes thick with heat as his rage dials up to a fever pitch, nostrils flaring and knuckles whitening around the combat knife. It's hardly at your neck anymore, but you're keenly aware of it.

You're beyond uneasy, but you can’t do anything. You can’t move except to squirm, you don’t have a white flag to raise, and you don’t dare speak out of turn. Anything you say right now won’t be helpful anyway; you’re ultimately the reason you three are here, and any attempt to deescalate would absolutely be thrown right back in your face.

You scream internally to Leon as you see his anger dial up to ten, hoping he’s close enough that if your thoughts are simply loud enough they’ll be able to reach him.

Don’t put yourself on the line for me, you think over and over. But telepathy doesn’t happen to be a weapon in your arsenal, and Leon seldom possesses the ability to bite his tongue. So however reckless it might be, he tries to change the subject by steering it towards an argument.

“Go fuck yourself, sir.”

You wince as you prepare for Krauser to skin him alive, but to your surprise, he doesn’t take the bait. Leon avoiding the question is answer enough, so Krauser coolly clicks his tongue, and his level-headedness makes the situation all the more terrifying.

“Just as I thought. Is that why you threw all those haymakers? Want to keep pinning her down just to get a taste? You know damn well that won’t work on the field.”

It’s insane, the way Krauser can tie anything back to training, but his words hit right where he aimed them, and it’s Leon’s turn to be unable to face you as he tries to keep his cool. Tough work, since Krauser’s on a roll.

“She’s obviously easy; why haven’t you just asked her, Kennedy?”

Leon’s jaw sets tighter. 

“Afraid that she’d reject you?” 

Krauser hits a bullseye. It’s all too clear now that humiliation is Krauser’s goal, and neither of you can leave without it being shoved down your throats. Watching Leon reel between emotions is giving you secondhand whiplash, but it’s only a few seconds before he grits his teeth and lets go of his dignity. 

“Because I—” he swallows hard, “I like her, sir.”

The confession hits you like a battering ram, and for a moment, the room is so quiet your ears ring. 

He doesn’t hate you. He likes you. A part of you could cry you were so happy, but with the situation at hand, how could you possibly be content? It brings on a wave of emotions that surfaces all the ones you’d been shoving down for months.

Feelings like that are impossible to foster in a hellhole like this. Sleeping around is one thing, but romance? What could even come of it being mutual? For those reasons and many more, you’d accepted it being hopeless a long time ago. And now that Krauser knew— and had apparently set this all up because he’d known for a while— you were now sure that he’d brought you here just to murder your dreams in cold blood. 

So there you and Leon lay on top of each other, no warmth or sweetness about it, faced with each other as symbols of your failures to cope. All you can do is wait for Krauser to rip your hearts out and incinerate them so they’ll never distract you again.

“What a goddamn sweetheart,” Krauser tuts, shaking his head. “You’re too soft. And you’re letting it get in the way instead of taking the clear fucking solution.”

The air goes still as you brace for whatever twisted “solution” he might have in mind, mentally preparing to run drills until sunrise or engage in some sick psychological simulation where you’d come to hate each other. Either would be perfectly up Krauser’s alley.

You were once again a fool to think you could predict him. You never would have expected what happened next. 

He crushes his boot into Leon's lower back until his navel is fixed solidly against your center. Hissing at the sudden contact, Leon swiftly pushes away as much as he can, but it isn’t much; although you aren’t quite face-to-face anymore, the Major’s full bodyweight keeps Leon’s lower half trapped flush against you. 

Startled astonishment washes over your face as you realize what exactly it is you feel pressed against you: at some point during tonight’s training, Leon got hard. You hadn’t noticed, but Krauser apparently did. 

Oh my god you feel like an idiot. You were too distracted by your fucking feelings to notice that he was hard. What the actual fuck.

You’re trying not to panic. You’re exactly where you want to be, but it’s in the least conceivable scenario possible. You scan Leon’s face wildly to find some sort of confidence in him that you can hold onto, a muscle memory of the looks you’ve often exchanged to get through training, but he’s just as frantic as you are as he tries to stay still, to not move an inch against you. 

Leon is very keenly aware of the fact that you didn’t ask for this, haven’t said that it’s okay, and the shame he feels at his exposed arousal sits like a death grip around his neck. He has no reason to think you were even interested in him; you hadn’t said anything since whatever the fuck this is began— and if you didn’t want it, what could you even do about it? It felt like a noose around his neck, and Krauser kept dragging him by it, tightening the rope with each syllable he spoke. 

“Close encounters really do it for you, huh? You like holding a pretty girl down, feeling her struggle against your cock? Maybe you’re not such a boy scout; you’re more like me than you think.”

Any thoughts you had about his statement went in one ear and out the other as Krauser moves his heel to rut Leon back and forth against you, grinding his cock smoothly and firmly against your clothed cunt. You nearly choke at the electric current it sends rushing through your core.

Even though Leon isn’t moving on his own accord, even if the inner war he’s waging against himself is written all over his face, he’s pressed so staunchly against you that you feel every twitch of his cock as it grows harder. 

It shouldn’t send a rush of thrill through you, but it does.

You bite your lip as another ebb of downward pressure increases the friction and makes the feeling too bright to ignore. Just as Leon can’t help his body reacting to yours, you’re resistless to the way you unconsciously arch into him. 

“Don’t be so shy. Look at her, she likes it.”

That makes Leon finally look at you head-on, and your face floods with a blush so hot it burns, because it’s undeniably true. You did like it. It felt good. A mental hell alongside physical heaven, but heaven nonetheless.

His hips grind into your core again—shaky, but this time of his own volition— before he raggedly whispers, "Do you…? Do you want me?”

You struggle to keep the intensity of his gaze, but you know what he’s really asking for: the truth. You try to show as much surety as you can as you nod your head against the padded ground, sharing it like a lifeline.

“Y-yeah. Yes.”

Krauser interjects with an eye roll and his trademark condescension. “You’re still too goddamn soft. You still have a knife in your hand, for god’s sake, that’s all the permission you need.”

Twisted fucking bastard, Leon thinks, his grip tightening around the hilt of the blade where he holds it beside your head. He stares straight into your eyes with an intensity that says he isn’t readying it for you. Your gut churns all the same. 

Luckily for you both, the major moves on from it. His boot leaves Leon’s back and he shudders in relief, exhaling deeply as he’s able to part his body from yours. 

It’s a short-lived reprieve as a broad shadow falls from overhead. Krauser looms from above with menacing casualness, thumbs hooked in his belt loops as he cocks his head in amusement.

"Go on, then. Kiss her."

You freeze in place and watch Leon as you remain stuck under him, breathlessly waiting to see if he takes the opportunity, heart pounding as you wonder if he should. 

Leon hardly pauses. An order is an order, and he’s getting used to that, as unconventional as they may be. He huffs, leans in halfway, and then retracts another inch; knits his brows together and shakes his head, either deciding against it or shaking off his last bits of resistance. You couldn’t tell which, at least not until he suddenly closes the distance.

It's the gentlest kiss you've ever received. His plush and impassioned lips skim lightly over yours as he still struggles to take what he so clearly wants. And god, you want him too, and you lift your chin in an attempt to press your mouths closer together, but it’s no use; he retreats just enough to leave you attached by the cupid's bow and a brushing of noses.

Krauser is less than impressed by the soft display. Gripping Leon by the crown of his hair, he admonishes, "I said kiss her, rookie," and all but crushes his face into yours.

You inhale sharply as Leon's lips fuse together intensely with your own. He twitches in surprise, grinding into you again inadvertently. The friction evokes a needy rasp from him, lips parting from the sound just enough for your tongues to meet— fleetingly at first, then reckless and deep as passion wins out against restraint. 

Leon grinds again, this time with intention as you start to melt into each other, having nowhere to go but further into each other’s bodies. Krauser's hand leaves Leon's scalp as he becomes pleased, finally, with his energy. He circles like a shark as he keeps a watchful eye.

Leon becomes more intense as he gains full room to move on his own, like the levee broke for his desire to surge violently and freely, a desire that’d been held back for months of anguish. 

The knife he’d held became forgotten on the ground as his hands grasped for you without instruction, shakily at first, then fervently all around you. His calloused fingertips run across your jawline and down your neck before roaming to your breast, but he doesn't squeeze, not until you arch to push into him yourself. 

It instantly gives him permission to squeeze your flesh firmly, and every movement suddenly becomes urgent. Your tongues clash sloppily, his stiff bulge ruts back and forth against your core, and you can’t help but clamor for him in turn— your thighs hook tight around his waist to pull him further in, to help you relieve the growing pressure between your legs as your head becomes thick with need. 

You nearly forgot Krauser was there at all until he speaks again with a gruff and low tone you've never heard from him before.

"Good. Keep going.”

You can't deny that someone else being in the room turns your brain somewhat mushy. In fact, it turns you on. You're adventurous, sure, but that's a shocking revelation even for you.

More shocking than that, the third party is your major, and he's telling Leon what to do as if he's giving normal orders. Those are ideas you'd laugh yourself sick at half an hour ago, but now here you are, and you feel your underwear slicken with each directive word and the ache to be permitted more.

But unbeknownst to you, that's the first of many things Krauser will awaken in you tonight. Right now, you don't even know how far he plans to take this. But you've spent months being primed to do whatever insane things he demands, and what you do know is that you'd do just about anything to earn more of the young man on top of you. So ever the good soldier, you let your commander lead you wherever he sees fit, and Leon does just the same.

“Take her top off.”

The cool gymnasium air contrasts with Leon's warm hand as it drags your shirt up your torso, leaving goosebumps in its wake as you shuffle to allow him to lift it over your head, lips parting only as long as they need to. Your top becomes discarded somewhere on the floor, forgotten before it lands. 

You tremble under Leon's touch as he roams the soft curves of your stomach, gliding upward until he traces the top hem of your sports bra. He hooks his fingertips under the hem and pauses with trepidation, resting his forehead against yours as he bucks into you. By the look on his face, his trousers are becoming a painful confinement.

Leon waits for permission or to have the rug pulled from under him and be told this is all a sick joke, until Krauser gives the former. Just not before making him sweat first.

“You wanna fuck her, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Leon shudders while looking down at you, relishing the slightest touch he currently has on your body.

“That’s ‘yes, sir.’ How many times have you jerked off thinking about it?”

Leon gulps before answering, feeling every ounce as humiliated as Krauser intended him to. 

“T-too many to count, sir.”

“Then take it off.”

It crosses your mind that no one’s asked if you’re fine with being stripped in front of an audience of two, but you’re not exactly apt to complain about Leon getting you naked.

Leon fumbles briefly with the tight elastic band before it’s whisked over your head and added to the growing collection of forgotten garments on the floor mat. You turn your head to the side, shying away as Leon takes in a full view of your nipples as they pebble in the cool air. But when you look to the side, your gaze lands on Krauser. 

“Mistake” is your first thought. “Was it?” is the immediate second. All you know is that he’s leaned coolly against the edge of the arena rubbing his thick bulge through his pants as he watches intently. The sight makes you feel like you’ve caught on fire, and you quickly look away.

You have no more time to dwell on it as Leon pinches your nipple between his index finger and his thumb, rolling it between them with a reverent sigh at your reaction, then pulling it up and letting it drop. He repeats it on the other side, and your thighs clench around his hips as the stimulation goes straight to your core. 

You can barely stand the teasing, and your hands find their way underneath Leon’s shirt. The feeling of his taut abs does nothing to quell you, though. It only drives home that the current sensations you’re being afforded aren't anywhere near enough. But right as you feel like you’re going mad, it all comes to a stop.

“Sit up, rookie.”

You whine as Leon does as he’s told, your hands leaving the heat of his stomach as he sits back on his haunches, , still with the exception of the labored rise and fall of his chest, his hands clasped behind his back, and your spit still wet on his lower lip. You’re left deprived of all touch, breathless and exposed, brows twisted up with neediness as you wait.

Krauser’s heavy and measured footsteps towards you are menacing. You don’t dare to look until he comes into view on his own, and from the steep angle up that you have, the large tent in his pants is imposing. It nearly obstructs his face as he stands directly over you. 

“Pretty…” He hums as he appraises the skin that’s been exposed on you so far, and it’s perhaps the first kind thing he’s ever said to you. It sounds foreign in his voice, but then he goes right back to his usual demands. “Strip down, all of it.”

You hesitate for a brief moment before sitting up and unlacing your boots with shaky hands, all too aware of the eyes on you as you discard them and lay back down to fumble with your belt and zipper. It feels all the more exposing to be undressing yourself as opposed to it being done for you somehow, and you try to push away the feeling of awkwardness as you raise your hips and push your bottoms down in one go. You keep your knees together as much as you can as you foot them off of your ankles and kick them away beside you, and rest back down, now totally bare.

The cold air is nothing against the heat of their gazes as you lie there totally bare, awaiting the first touch. It comes from the rubber of Krauser’s boot as he parts your legs with it.

If Leon weren’t already on his knees, he would’ve fallen to them right then and there. He practically salivates as your pussy is revealed before him, and every nervous twitch of yours makes your wetness glisten in the fluorescent lights. His hands flex where they’re clasped behind him, and his throat tightens as his cock becomes painfully hard within his pants. Still fully clothed, he feels hot, far too hot, as the first traces of sweat begin to form on his skin from the sheer effort it takes not to dive into you.

Krauser hums at the sight of you and takes the toe of his boot to the soft crease where thigh meets ass, and lets the rubber press onto your flesh to pull your cunt open to them. You whine as you feel your slick pool out as your opening flutters for touch. 

“Look at that,” Krauser muses. “No wonder everyone wants a taste. A pussy like that is just begging to be ruined. Isn’t it, Kennedy?”

What is Leon supposed to do here? Say he doesn’t want to ruin you for anyone else? It’d be a bold-faced lie, and he’d agree with just about anything Krauser says right now if it lets him get what’s being dangled right in front of him.

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Your cock even big enough to ruin her? Or is that why you haven’t gotten with her?” 

For perhaps the first time in Leon’s life, he suddenly feels unsure. He’s never been insecure about his size before, never had a reason to be. He knows he’s well-endowed. But the major always has impossibly high standards. What if this is no different? What will happen if he doesn’t meet them now?

Leon gulps before answering with a shaky breath, although he tries to sound more sure. “Yes, sir.”

“Let’s see it then.”

Leon nearly gets cold feet, but seeing you spread before him is enough to throw his modesty to the wind. His fingers are clumsy in their quickness as he undoes his pants just enough to get his cock free, and he hisses at the contact of his fingers pulling it out by the base. He can’t stop himself from pumping it once between his fingers, but it takes nothing more than a disapproving glance from Krauser for him to put his hands back at his sides.

His fists become white-knuckled as his hardness hangs obstinately in the air. It’s framed by his still-on t-shirt falling over his navel, the waistband of his briefs sitting snugly under his balls, and his cock springing free between his parted zipper; not much skin is showing, really, but it’s all the more lewd a sight for it.

“Oh, shit,” is all you manage to breathe out.

Short, dark blond hairs silhouette the base, and his tip is an angry pink as it begins to shine with the emergence of a clear bead of precum. It hangs heavily in the air, jolting up once as he bites his lip in arousal, and you catch sight of the coursing vein that runs up the side. He’s long and so thick in girth, and your toes curl at the thought of him trying to fit it all inside of you.

God, what a fool you’ve been for jumping between barracks for sex that was often unsatisfactory and only a means to an end. All this time, you could’ve had Leon instead.

It’s an undeniably captivating sight, even for Krauser, who inhales through his teeth as he too takes it in with his eyes. But still, he isn’t one to give his praise so easily.

“Not bad. Let’s hope you know how to use it.”

You whine in surprise as Krauser suddenly fixes the toe of his boot into you and slowly circles around your clit, and Leon grimaces as he tastes copper from how hard he bites down on his lip.

“Because if you don’t,” Krauser taunts, “I’ll have to take over.”

Your pulse soars at the prospect, fear and arousal intertangling into one. Whether or not that’d happen lies entirely with Leon, but it could very well be a trap; the same as being told that training could end early if you do well enough, but no one can ever do well enough for Krauser. He gets too much sick pleasure in dangling hope over your head, fully knowing you’ll never reach it and enjoying watching you struggle to anyway, and this situation is no different.

A moan leaves your parted lips as Krauser presses his boot more firmly into your clit and rubs it left to right. He chuckles thinly at your response.

“She really is easy, soaking just from my boot. Fucking filthy.” He glides it up and down to literally rub it in, making your legs twitch as he presses into your clit, then looks at you and nods towards Leon. “You like what you see?”

“Mmhm,” you nod needily through pursed lips as you tremble under the crude ministrations against your pussy your eyes still fixed on Leon’s increasingly leaking cock.

He lands a soft kick to your clit, nowhere near enough to hurt, but enough to feel the threat and a sharp jolt of pleasure up your spine. 

“Yes, sir,” you correct yourself breathlessly.

He spreads your slick a little more, purely playing with it now as he addresses Leon again.

“Don’t let it go to your head. How many cocks have been in here just since training started…? Bet this whore could cum just from my goddamn boot.” 

Krauser finally steps back, leaving you shaking and untouched yet again, your lips pressed into a thin line as you pray the question remains rhetorical. It does, at least for you.

“But you don’t mind, do you, Kennedy? You like her enough that you’re alright with sloppy seconds? Thirds? Twentieths maybe..?”

Leon's chest flares. Your body count has never once factored into his envy. He just wants you— evidently, by any means necessary. And you being degraded like that? It stokes his anger all over again, and he once again fails to bite his tongue, the contempt clear in his tone as he speaks through a snarl. 

“She’s the whore? You’re the one treating your recruits like a harem, sir.”

Krauser seizes Leon by the bangs, making the younger man yelp as he’s yanked forward by the hair until he’s on all fours in front of you, his face inches away from your cunt. Leon hisses as thick fingers pull viciously at his roots and shake his head in front of your center like a cruel owner admonishing a dog.

“Shut your goddamn mouth— put it to good use before I fuck her and make you watch.”

With no precursor at all, Leon is shoved face-first between your legs. You gasp in shock at the suddenness; with no prior warning for him to begin with any sort of finesse, he lands against you with panting, parted lips, his nose is squished down from the position, pressed just beside your clit.

It takes Leon a second to collect himself, though he does so as quickly as possible once he wraps his mind around his position, nose deep in the part of you he’s been starving for the most. 

Krauser continues to hold him there harshly even as he begins to lap frantically. 

“Where’s all that snark now, huh?”

Leon doesn’t answer— Krauser doesn’t pull him back for him to be able to— instead he moans hard at the taste of your cunt.

Your folds wetten with Leon’s spit as his face collects your arousal, and you whine continuously as he sloppily makes out with your cunt. Being constantly pushed into you makes each stroke of his tongue press firmly wherever it lands around and within the whole of your cunt. It drags up and down, drawing quick and sloppy circles around the expanse of your vulva and the soft skin between your lower lips, flicking over your clit at the top and darting fully into your hole at the bottom.

It’s so vulgar and divine, but it’s too intense too suddenly, and your thighs clamp down around Leon’s head. Krauser just presses him in even further and Leon sucks your clit in compliance, flicking his tongue against the bud inside the vacuum of his mouth, and you yelp and tense your legs harder around his face. But Krauser still has one hand free, and he uses it to hold you open by the knee nearest to him, and despite your whining efforts, his grip is far too strong to budge free of.

You groan in relief as Leon moves on from his onslaught of your clit and dig your nails into the padded floor as he assaults the whole of your core instead, all while Krauser keeps your legs spread wide for him.

The wet sounds of his tongue along with frantic moans from you both fill the room as you reel towards your seventh heaven, and Krauser can tell— of course he can. It’d be obvious to anyone that you’re on the brink from the way you increasingly arch against the floor. But the absolute sight of you isn’t the only thing that makes it obvious; you’re finding it increasingly difficult to muzzle yourself and you mumble pathetically between labored breaths.

“I– ah, ahhh, Leon fuck— oh-hh…”

And it’s borderline petulant the way you whine when Leon’s mouth leaves you all at once. Your head shoots up in shock at the loss, looking to see what caused your release to be denied, but nothing had happened except for Krauser’s cruel whim.

You’re equally shocked to see the look on Leon’s face. Still on all fours and held back by his hair, his mouth is swollen, pink, and shining with slick from the bridge of his nose to the cleft of his chin. His moans are light as if he’s breaking fever and his eyes are half-lidded like he’s drunk. His cock hangs neglected between his legs with a thick string of glossy precum connected from the head to where it’s dripped down to the floor. But the most shocking of all is the faint smile that pulls at the corners of his puffy mouth as Krauser pulls his hair a little tighter.

‘How’s she taste, huh?”

“Incredible, sir.”

“Yeah? You taste any cock still in there?”

Leon’s nostrils flare and his mouth opens into a snarl, but before he can spit whatever insult he has in mind, Krauser yanks his head back painfully and growls.

“Better watch that mouth, kid, or you’ll be eating my cum out of her next.”

Krauser sends him back on his knees with a shove to the head and then rises to stand again, jostling his hard-on thickly through his pants as yet another threat. “Or maybe I’ll shut you up another way, eh?”

The silent grimace on Leon’s face is much to Krauser’s amusement as he berates him with a smile, still stroking his bulge.

“That’s what I thought. Fucking ungrateful. I let you eat her out and you’re acting like a damn brat. You think I should let you fuck her? Huh?”

Swallowing his pride, Leon answers. “Please, sir.”

“That’s what I thought. Beg.”

That’s a demand Leon is a touch too stubborn to easily do. He clenches his eyes and grinds his teeth, still reeling from the lack of touch, and twitches restlessly as the words struggle to come.

But Krauser is impatient. He expresses it through a dull backhand to Leon’s cheek.

“That’s an order, Kennedy.”

Although the slap is ultimately harmless (and could even be considered kind compared to the many blows you’ve both received from the major throughout training), a sense of fear shoots through you. You suddenly realize just how badly this could end if it goes south. You’re still keenly aware that this began by sparring with real knives, a testament to how insane your instructor truly is.

But your wires are well and truly crossed, and although you tremble on the floor, it all feels thrilling just the same. You’re just as sick as Krauser, maybe, the way you ache for Leon to submit so he can give you what you need. Luckily for your throbbing heat and unluckily for Leon’s dignity, he complies.

“Please,” he begins through his teeth, “let me fuck her, sir.”

“You can do better than that. You’ve wanted this for how long…? Let her hear it.”

Your breath hitches at the thought that Krauser has seen what you couldn’t all this time. It’s reinforced by the way Leon hangs his head and his brows change from being knit with anger to upturning in a pained plea as he speaks straight into you.

“Please let me fuck her, sir. Wanted to for so damn long, I—” His cock twitches in the air as if to attest to it being true. “Wanna show her why she doesn’t need to sleep around, that I’d treat her better than all of them, that I am better. Tasted so good, she’s so— I just— fuck, I’d do just about anything, major, please.”

Leon looks up to search for a sign it’s good enough while you do a double take at such lewd words coming from his lips.

In a change of tone, Krauser speaks low and deliberately to the young man.

“You’re going to do exactly as I say. And I mean exactly. If not, I'll take over. You won't get to cum and I’ll make sure she never sneaks off into your bed. Understood?”

Leon nods rapidly and whispers the affirmative under his breath. Krauser nods once and turns around as he gives his first command.

“Take your shirt off and pull your pants down enough to do the job.”

As Krauser strides away, you and Leon shoot a look at each other behind his back. It’s perhaps your first unobserved moment of eye contact the entire day, you realize, and the brief moment seems to expand into something big and desperate and warm, like something that’s just yours. Then Krauser’s heavy steps land in the room and urge Leon’s hands to move.

Your eyes float down over his cut figure as his clothing finally joins yours on the floor. You’ve seen him shirtless countless times, sure, but never with the opportunity to stare, and certainly never with his pants around his thighs.

Your knees subconsciously part ever so slightly at the whole of him; his ashen hair unkempt and askew from Krauser’s disrespect to it, the valleys and peaks of each muscle on his whole torso and arms, and the kind of cock you thought only exists in porn you have to pay for—all of it flushed pink with pent-up desire for you and you alone.

The abrasive whir of a zipper steals your attention. Your eyes flick to the side and you see the major lean against the wall at the edge of the combat ring, pulling his own cock free as he settles in to watch. You feel like you see something you shouldn’t have for some reason, even though you hardly see his dick at all— and you yourself are naked and dripping on the floor, how can you still be embarrassed? Still, you immediately look away with your heart hammering in your chest.

“Kneel between her legs. Don’t touch yourself.”

You part your legs to make room and the flush spreads up from Leon’s chest to his cheeks as he shuffles forward on his knees. He winces as the head of his cock grazes hot against your folds, but he doesn’t dare to do anything about it.

“Slap it with your cock.”

Leon shudders as he holds the base and brings his head down onto your plump clit twice, pauses briefly, and then does it again and again at Krauser’s encouragement. Wet plap plap’s fill the room along with the sound of you sputtering at the teasing.

You fight the urge to curl your hips to get him to push it in; you know he won’t and can’t until he’s given the go-ahead. But it’s torture for you both as Krauser gives him no further instruction for minutes. Only when you both strain and cry out like you’ll break does he give his next demand.

“Stop.”

Not the one you want. Leon’s hands claw into his thighs to keep them fixed away from himself, and you feel hot all over as the head of his tip rests heavily on top of your clit.

Tense and restrained, you push your luck and start grinding against it, careful not to move to much to avoid detection. But if nothing else, Leon’s whine gives it away. Krauser doesn’t seem to mind.

“What a cock-whore,” he says through a devilish smile as he strokes himself leisurely. “She’s just dying for it. You still sure you can satisfy her?”

Leon can only moan and nod in response, and for once, the lack of formalities is accepted.

“Put it in. Stop when you bottom out. Let’s see how much she can take.”

As sadistic and unorthodox as Krauser’s methods are, the results of them are undeniable in the way Leon follows his orders at once.

He rests a hand against your thigh, his thumb rubbing up and down on the soft skin soothingly, as his other guides his shaft towards your entrance. You hold your breath as it notches there, and he wastes no time before he steadily sinks in with a hiss.

“Good god, you’re tight,” Leon chokes out as the head slips past your entrance.

You nearly wheeze as it does, your nerves on fire as they’re delivered the feeling they’ve endured all the torturous teasing for. The long shaft of his cock is hot against your walls and heavy as each new inch settles in, his girth burning the tight tissues of your entrance as they try to accommodate it. Despite the struggle, you keen into him, all to eager to take more, totally forgetting that when he gets to the hilt, he’ll stop.

Three long, tempered drags of his cock and he’s finally flush inside of you. His eyes roll back as he stills there, breathing harder than ever as he fights against thrusting instinctually. Your legs twitch as you sit with the feeling of his fat tip flush against your cervix, your walls hardly accommodating the whole of his dick, at least not yet, and Leon squeezes your parted knees with a frayed and empathetic look.

“Oh, oh f-fuck…”

Leon wants—needs— more just as much as you, if not more than, but he tries to focus on enjoying what he's presently afforded, and tries not to so much as think about how close he feels to cumming entirely too early.

“Enough sniveling— fuck her hard.”

Leon feels a pang of regret. He'd thought of this moment so many times before, ran through it like a waking dream on lonely nights spent lying awake in his cot. He’d always imagined starting slow, making you cum on his tongue and fingers before he entered you gently to hear your pretty breathless moans; to cradle you in his arms as he rocks into your perfect cunt, to hold you tight and kiss you all over—

—But that never happened, and while he dreamed of making love to you, you were busy getting railed in another recruit's room. Sometimes within earshot.

It’s an easy command to follow; he'll take what he can get.

Leon withdraws almost entirely before snapping in to the hilt. You cry out as he crashes powerfully against your cervix and fills every sweet spot all at once, acute pain sitting right alongside the overwhelming pleasure as your cunt stretches to its limits around him.

“Oh f-fuck, Leon—"

You cry out as he does it again with even more force this time, crashing into you so brutally that you slide back on the mat, but he just grips your hips to pull you back to him to continue.

With each new punishing thrust his navel smacks loudly against your center, and you desperately grasp at his wrists to hold on as you take it, moaning feverishly until your body adjusts to accommodate the brute impacts he delivers. When you do, it leaves only a fierce and overwhelming pleasure, and you arch off the mat like an animal in heat, writhing into and away from the intensity simultaneously.

He develops a rapid-fire rhythm he grunts in time to. It takes so much effort to take that you quickly become covered in a thin sheen of sweat that has you sliding back on the mat all over again.

“Grab her wrists and pin her down.”

Leon does it instantly, nailing you in place with an iron grip, your wrists fixed on either side of your head. It brings a new angle that has his cock beating mercilessly against your inner sweet spot, and with your ability to move being limited, you moan shamelessly as you take the bombardment.

He can’t keep himself quiet either, though he tries— he babbles through wet lips and grinding teeth as his eyes roll back in his head.

“Oh fuck, baby. Your pussy’s so perfect, god…”

Every time you twist in pleasure he hits a new spot that makes you see stars, and when you push against his hands, the fact that he so easily cages you in makes it all the better. But sweeter than anything, him pinning you down makes you face-to-face with him again.

The faces he makes are plucked straight from euro porn, full of lust as his expression contorts with every wanton moan. His full lips are a plump and rosy pink, occasionally being wetted by his tongue flicking over them mindlessly as he works; his blown pupils making his eyes a darker, oceanic shade of blue that you ache to drown in.

You tip your chin up to try and kiss him. God, how you want to kiss him again. And you're so close together, if you could just—

He looks at your lips and slowly closes the difference, and then—

Krauser barks your name, and you're yanked right out of your immersion.

“Look at me.”

You hesitantly turn your head away from Leon and towards your major. Your throat feels thick as you do, and your mouth goes dry as you see what, in the back of your mind, you knew Krauser has been doing the whole time.

At some point he's taken his shirt off and he stands bare-chested some five feet away, leaning against the edge of the fighting ring with a wide stance, his posture emphasizing the sheer broadness of his build. He's pulled undone his pants enough to pull himself out and nothing more, and now you know that truly every inch of him is imposing as he strokes his large cock with a strong, persistent grip.

Even sheathed in his big hands, it looks fucking huge. Perhaps equal in length to Leon, maybe an inch shorter, but absolutely formidable in girth and decorated in thick, bulging veins. Your breath hitches as you watch him tug hard up the length of it, squeezing out a bead of precum before smearing it slowly back down his length.

Your eyes flit between Krauser’s face and his cock, each one too imposing to settle on. He smirks like he knows the look in your eyes, like many people before have cowered in fear at his size, like he enjoys the terror that flashes in your gaze.

“Tell me what you think,” he tells you, holding his cock up by the base as if he’s arrogantly raising a weapon.

You struggle to speak with Leon holding your jaw tight in his hands and his cock striking the deepest parts of you— I mean jesus, it’s hard to even think coherently with how he’s rearranging your guts. But you don’t want him to be stopped more than you feel queasy, so you attempt it.

“I-I… you’re– oh– uh, ahh, big, and—”

Mercifully, perhaps, Krauser interjects with a ragged chuckle. “Cock-drunk already, huh? Try again. Come on.”

You completely and totally are, and it becomes twice as difficult to speak as Leon puts more weight into his hips, forcing your legs wider and barraging his cock at an even deeper angle in, like fucking you harder is all he can offer to distract you in the event you're watching something you didn’t want to see.

Do you want to see it…? You really don't know. You'd never looked at your instructor through this kind of lens before, and only were now because you were being forced to. 

You try again, blubbering through the drool that trickles down the corner of your mouth and onto Leon’s fingers.

“You’re… it’s… oh—” 

The air is pushed from your lungs as Leon sends his next thrust into you with aggressive force, sending your head tipping back as your eyes roll and a loud, wet smack echoes off the gymnasium walls. 

“So fucking useless…” Krauser grumbles. “Can’t take a little hard fucking without turning stupid? Choke her out, Kennedy; give ‘er a reason she can’t speak.”

With a grunt, Leon wraps a hand around the whole of your neck. Not enough to hurt, just enough to press you into the floor by it. Still, his ragged breath shakes in surprise at his own lack of hesitation. 

He’s even more surprised that he doesn’t hate it and that you don’t seem to either. He tests the waters and squeezes a little tighter, drawing a strangled moan from you that clearly isn’t from pain.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he hisses in time with each thrust, swearing more at himself than anything. 

He feels like he’s teetering on the edge of something dangerous. He shouldn’t think this is so hot. He could actually hurt you here. 

Your cunt clamps down on him as you gasp, and something new washes over him. He grits his teeth and squeezes hard.

You sputter silently as your airway becomes constricted and something daunting builds in your core. Your pulse pounds in your skull as the oxygen in your brain grows stale and dies, you feel your muscles locking up, and you know you’d be moaning if you could make any noun at all. 

Your vision slowly darkens around the edges, obscuring the vicious look on Leon’s face that sits in your periphery. In the center of the vignette stands the sight of Krauser’s hand working himself faster. Leon’s hold on your throat and the constant torrent against your inner walls are equally violent, and your pleasure grows violently in response. But all you can do is weakly keen into Leon’s cock as your body becomes completely flooded with unadulterated sensation.

“Slap her pretty face,” Krauser grunts.

Leon does. You’re barely cognizant enough to flinch and can hardly move enough to anyway, but it lands dully; not even enough to sting.

“Oh, don’t fucking insult me. Slap her.”

This time, your cheekbone blooms with heat in the wake of the rough calluses of his palm snapping against you.

“Harder.”

His hand crashes into your face and the whole room starts spinning. 

You’ve taken countless blows to the face before, and many from Leon himself; you knew all too well how hard he could hit. Hell, you’d already have bruises tomorrow from the training session that led you here. But that blow landed utterly uniquely from any other you’d endured. No pain had ever caused this kind of disorientation. 

Vision fixed on the voyeur and your cunt skewered on Leon’s cock, decreasing thoughts as your face tingles and your neck aches under a ruthless grip, lungs burning behind your ribs— clit swollen and oversensitive from each smack of Leon’s navel against it. Your eyes are bulging and body’s locking up, making your cunt grip around him tighter, pushing out a new surge of wetness around him—

Your vision darkens until all that’s left is the brute force of how good it all feels. Every ounce of pleasure and pain compounds into blindingly bright sensation, like white-hot lightning running through your every nerve, growing stronger and stronger as your faculties weaken. 

Your face feels hot as you try in vain to gasp for air, hips working sloppily to try to meet Leon’s pace as he thrusts into your sweet spots over and over. Krauser speaks, but you don’t grasp the words until Leon’s free hand frantically connects with your clit.

“Look at that, she fucking loves it. Go on, make her cum on your cock.”

The grip on your neck lessens just enough to seize a rough gasp of new air as your orgasm rallies. Your back arches so acutely, you feel like Leon’s hold is the only thing stopping you from levitating. Krauser’s mumbling between barks of orders as you tear at the seams—

“That’s it, give her what she needs. Keep her eyes on me.”

Leon captures you by the cheeks to turn your face back towards Krauser. You breathe desperately and watch him while your hands reach haplessly for Leon, nails dragging everywhere they land as you steal ragged breaths through the nose. It’s all so good, so much, and god the mindfuck of it all— your eyes glued to Krauser jerking himself off while another man pistons his cock inside of you, like they're both being cucked somehow as your physical and mental attention is divvied between them. 

It’s all just so insane— the fact that Krauser is getting off to you being split in half and manhandled by your opponent, telling him how and when to fuck you— like Krauser is the director and you and Leon are the stars of his own personal brand of violent pornography.

And it’s a role Leon plays well. He’s grown to be barbaric in his own right, a part of him no one including himself knew existed until now. 

Krauser had that effect on his recruits, and apparently this was no exception: he’d made the rookie into exactly what he needed to be to rise to the occasion. And the result is animalistic, further evidenced as Leon licks a flat-tongued stripe up your jugular and bites down before growling into your hair through sharp teeth.

“Fucking feel me.”

His voice pulls the pin on the live grenade of your arousal, and in seconds flat, you combust.

Your orgasm hits you like a devastating blow to the core, tearing through your body as if somewhere within your center an atom had split in half. You writhe like you’re dying, and high-pitched moans flood out of your pursed lips that are still squeezed taut in Leon’s grip. He has to hold you even tighter just to keep you from falling away, and he puts a hand on your stomach with weight that lets you both feel each time he bulges through your stomach. 

The cracking sounds of his hips connecting with your cunt become wetter and more crude as you gush around him with each shockwave of seizing bliss. Leon starts falling apart himself, moaning wildly as you tighten around him like a vice. He looks down to see the base of his cock covered in the creamy white slick of your cum, and that's enough to make him see stars.

“Oh fuck, jesus fucking christ I’m—“

Cruel as ever, Krauser makes his next command.

“Stop.”

Leon is in a full breakdown as he tries to; he lets go of you to claw his nails into the ground, pained sounds ripping from his chest as he struggles to keep still, but he can’t keep his hips from twitching forward to save his life. He was so close to cumming and he has to force himself not to as he keeps himself bottomed out again, a guttingly difficult task as your walls continue to pulse around his cock as you come down from your high. 

The stakes heighten as Krauser approaches with heavy boot steps, and Leon’s whole body strains as he fights to comply before he gets there. Leon swears under his breath as the tendons in his neck clench and small veins begin to pop against his temple, grabbing your weak body by the hips to fix you on his cock instead of fighting the involuntary jolts of his hips.

“Fuckfuckfuck, m’sorry, I’m t-trying, ahh…”

Krauser stands over you again, pumping his sturdy dick in a firm but leisurely grip at the absolute sight of you two. You can only imagine how obscene you must look lying numb and weak on the ground— you’re still panting as you come down from your high, your wild hair sticking to your sweaty neck and forehead, fucked-out and used with Leon’s cock still stuffing you full while you let your major jerk off above you.

But as downright shameful as you look and feel, Krauser takes his sweet time soaking it in, enjoying the unfiltered vulgarity of it as he pumps himself a hair faster. 

You’re grateful for the time to catch your breath, sure, but the longer you’re there, the more his attention burns. As seconds roll by, your sweat cools uncomfortably on your skin, you regain enough feeling in your body to feel a small amount of what it’s been through, but most of all, you become more aware of where you and Leon connect.

Your orgasm made you twice as sensitive, and the lack of motion is as maddening to you as it is for Leon as he throbs inside your walls. You can’t help but to squirm around for relief, and you can’t help but to moan as the movement drags the head of his cock against your g-spot. 

“Jesus, you still want more? Is one cock not enough? Should’ve fucking known,” Krauser tuts, twisting his fist around the wide base of his dick. “You’ve always been tough. Shoulda known you wouldn’t break so easily. Always making me get my hands dirty…”

He pushes Leon to lean back and out of the way for a thick droplet of spit to fall from Krauser’s lips all the way down to your clit. You jolt at the sensation of it landing, but it doesn’t compare to when Krauser drops to one knee and rubs it in with two firm fingertips.

He massages his spit into your clit with rough fingerpads that move in tight and steady circles, building you towards another bout of sensory overload with calculated precision. You look rapidly between Krauser and Leon and your own body through wet lashes, frantically trying and failing to get a grip. 

It’s all too much, but somehow, it isn’t enough. You need Leon to move like you need air to breathe.

“Nnhg, m-major…” you moan hesitantly

“What?” he says dryly, as if he isn’t causing your undoing. You only manage a throaty whine in response, and he chides you by increasing his speed on your clit. “Speak.”

You try, but your words are bracketed by thick heaving breaths. “Hhha, I… oh, ahh…. p-please…”

Krauser leaves his weighty cock to hang in the air as he adds his other hand to your body, staring at you intently as a high pitched shriek gets caught in the back of your throat. He pinches your nipples one by one before flicking them each sharply, matching his rhythm on your clit, stimulating every part of you continuously. He just smirks as your brain melts in your skull, your mouth falling open with nothing comprehensible coming out of it.

“Please what?” 

You squirm in an attempt to lessen the overwhelming feeling, but he doesn’t falter once, only leaving your clit to dip his fingers around either side of Leon’s shaft to gather your wetness to slicken your sore nub. Leon sputters at the brief yet unexpected feeling and he bucks into you so deep you both choke. 

“F-fuck, I… I need… ahhh,” you whine hard, your head flying back on the ground.

“You can take it. If you’re not gonna use your words, then be quiet.”

You really do try and stay quiet at that, biting your lip so hard you think you might taste blood, but you just can’t.

You can still feel Leon pulsating inside of you, can still hear the sweet sounds of his agonized grunts as you’re brought back to the brink. Leon holds your hips tight for his own sake so he doesn’t cum before he’s allowed, his fingers pressing deeply into your soft flesh to keep you from bucking into him more than you already are, and the dull pain where his short fingernails dig in just add to it all. You’re trembling severely, the meat of your thighs shaking uncontrollably, and it all just feels too good.

All at once, Krauser pinches a nipple painfully and strums you so quickly his hand blurs, and you all but fucking scream.

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Krauser snarls and removes his touch altogether.

It’s easier to swallow your sounds as the sensation fades, but the damage has already been done. Your vision swims as Krauser grabs the since-forgotten combat knife and tosses it to Leon before kneeling beside your head. 

Leon catches it on pure instinct and stares dumbfoundedly at it in his hands.

Krauser frames your face with his thighs and his cock becomes inches away from your face. Close enough to see every short wheat colored hair on his navel, every vein that courses up his substantial width; close enough to smell the salt on his skin, even. 

He guides it to stroke the length of it overtop your plush, drool-covered lips.

It’s fucking denigrating, the way he does it, dragging his cock over your face with a gruff hum as he holds you in place by the crown of your hair. The shocked face of shame you wear only makes him leak with pre.

Krauser hooks his fingers behind your bottom teeth and pulls your mouth open to slap his tip against your tongue, and you shudder at the sweet taste of his precum. Then he lets go and notches the tip between your puffy lips.

Leon watches with the knife still in his hands, a quiet horrification in his tone as he speaks.

“Sir…”

“Hold it against her neck,” Krauser answers like it’s nothing, “or I’ll do it.”

Krauser plugs your mouth with his cock at the same time that cold steel meets your neck.

Leon watches the sight wide-eyed and disturbed. This is going too far, he thinks— but he’s gone too far to stop himself, too. 

Krauser is clearly getting off to the sight of you being borderline assaulted, and Leon is a partner to it. He’s the one holding the flat of a blade to your jugular while your superior sodomizes you, the one who’s still struggling not to cum and wishing he could fuck you fully again. He’s already an accomplice, or more accurately at this point, a willing participant. 

He thinks now that Krauser might’ve actually been right, that in these ways they’re alike. It horrifies him and shatters his self-image, but his cock aches with need regardless.

You’re mindless to it all as you start to suck Krauser off. Your lips struggle to stretch around his girth, your whines are muffled as you take more and more, and you feel so fucking dirty that you rock into Leon without thinking. 

Fuck, you’re actually enjoying this. A lot. 

‘Maybe I am a whore’, you think as your toes curl against Leon’s calves— but how could you possibly care about that right now? You don’t, and you can’t— all you can think about is making Krauser fit inside your mouth so he’ll let Leon keep going. 

Leon is harder than he’s ever been in his life, another fact that has him dumbstruck with himself. He even envies the man for getting to stuff his fat dick past your pretty lips, for being the one who’s making your face twist up like it is.

But the final nail in his moral coffin? The sight of you slowly being face-fucked, struggling to suck such a big dick with enthusiasm, while he holds a knife to your neck… it brings him right back to the edge of release. Not in spite of it— because of it. 

So when Krauser tells Leon to fuck you again with a reminder not to cum until he’s given permission, he does it without a hint of hesitation.

When he does, you’re no longer on planet earth; you’re floating somewhere above it, your senses more overloaded than ever. It takes focus you barely have to keep Krauser’s girth from hitting your teeth as he picks up speed to roughly fuck your face.

Krauser alternates between striking the back of your throat and holding your chin down to push it against the inside of your cheeks, watching his head bulge out your face before continuing his assault on your throat, using your mouth like exactly the kind of whore he’d made you out to be. All while Leon delivers blunt thrusts, each one thumping against the most electric spots inside your cunt, and each harsh snap of his hips cracks in the room like lightning. 

And every few seconds you feel the flat of the blade bump against your neck, a chilling reminder of the control you’re under.

Krauser truly is a goddamn psychopath. That’s never been more evident than now. But it fills you with a certain thrill to be at the mercy of a certified killing machine and his most promising rookie. Both of them are more than capable of causing you serious injury right now, but all their brawn and might is being utilized to ruin you in a way that feels good, and it’s the best, most exhilarating experience you’ve ever had.

Maybe you’re all psychopaths. Maybe Krauser’s promise on the first day of training held a particular purpose for you and Leon. Perhaps the training broke you long ago, and at some point you couldn’t place, he’d reassembled your bleeding hearts into corrupted, submissive subjects, ones perfectly crafted for him to play with, to even enjoy his sadistic demands.

Tears prick at your eyes as Krauser presses himself as far as he can go into your mouth and you choke around him. He’s too thick to take so deeply, and your throat seizes up in rejection. He slaps your cheek just enough to feel it sting as he forces you to keep trying. 

“That’s it, choke on it, bitch.”

And choke on it you do, with horrible sounds emanating from your throat as he likely bruises it. Your hands grasp for nothing at the overwhelm and Krauser pins the arm nearest to him under his knee, and Leon holds the other down by the bicep before Krauser even looks at him.

“There you go, now you’re fucking behaving,” Krauser pants at you both. “My two most obedient soldiers… hah.”

A thick string of spit connects your lips to Krauser’s tip as he pulls out suddenly, giving you a chance to gasp for air. He slaps its weight against the red welts in the shape of Leon’s hand on your cheek, making the sore skin shine with spit. Your tongue lolls out on its own and he goes right back to skull fucking you, holding you firmly by the sides of your head to keep you at the right angle. 

You moan as his cock vein drags up and down your wet, flat tongue as he thrusts in and out decisively, and your eyes roll back as he starts working your nipples again, catching them in his fingertips as they recoil with Leon’s thrusts.

Leon can’t help it; he can’t stop watching. It brings him closer than ever to breaking. His orgasm has been denied so many times when he’s right there on the edge, and the thought of holding it back again is devastating. So all on his own, he begs.

“Krauser, please, let me… let me cum, sir. I need to, I need—“

And Krauser is all too aware of his staring.

“You like watching me use her mouth that much? Gonna get off to it while you have a knife to her neck? You’re a sick fuck, kid.”

Leon chokes out a sob at the fact and that his plea went totally ignored. But looking between you, Krauser falters too, and he pounds your moaning mouth more wildly.

“Fuck, you’re both crying. You two are so damn dirty.”

Krauser grunts, and nearing his own edge, he makes sure to bring you with him. He reaches over to wedge his hand between you and Leon’s bodies to rub your sopping clit again.

You try to writhe, but you’re too pinned down, and too big of a movement sends your jugular dangerously close to the knife. All you can do is take it, teary eyed and pliant, trembling like an earthquake as you near another peak.

Leon whines as Krauser dips his fingers down to your cunt, but this time, they don’t pass there just to collect your slick. He keeps them fixed around Leon’s cock while he cups your pussy, and each time Leon thrusts, his shaft passes through the tight friction of his fingers. 

He braves a glance down at where you all connect and god, it is dirty, just like Krauser said— and Leon is weak to it. His gut twists as your cunt and the major’s fingers both grip around him, warm and velvety wet and threatening to milk him dry.

Ever the coach, Krauser starts encouraging you both, his steady tone in stark contrast to Leon’s as the younger man starts begging again.

“That’s it, take it. Cum for us so he can get his.”

“Please, oh fuck she’s so tight, m’not gonna make it sir, I—”

“Just a little more, Kennedy, don’t quit on me now. Where’s all that endurance?”

“I can’t sir I can’t, needta cum so bad, oh god it fucking hurts.”

Krauser’s own cracks finally show through, the grumbling under his breath the first sign he has any weakness at all as you suck him off with urgency, trying to catch him up to your contemporary.

“Shit, yeah, suck my cock just like that. Sound so good when you beg for me, rookie, jesus.”

A pathetic sound comes from Leon as his thrusts grow sloppy, and he leans over you on his forearm as his muscles begin to buckle. It makes you feel even more caged in, traps Krauser’s palm against your clit, forces your legs a little farther apart— and suddenly, you snap.

You convulse completely as you cum, and the rough sounds the two men make in response only bring you higher until the pleasure is blinding. Your ears ring and mute the strings of profanities they’re chanting as they feel it soar through you and gush around them, and you’re putty in Krauser’s hands as he pulls out and keeps your slack jaw open.

“That’s it, shit, cum for her, Kennedy, fuck.”

“Where, where—?”

"In her, fill her fucking cunt— ahh, fuck—”

You flinch in surprise at the first hot rope of cum that falls onto your tongue. While Krauser paints your open mouth white, Leon collapses over you, and you thread weak fingers into his sweaty hair as he cries out into the crook of your neck.

His words are only for you.

“Oh god, I’m cumming, I’m– oh, ohh fuck—”

He devolves into a mindless stream of consciousness as he pumps you full of it.

“Shit, you feel s’fucking good, fucking take me.”

And when he remembers the knife in his hand:

“Oh god, I’m so damn sorry.”

You can’t think enough to even wonder what he’s sorry for as you swallow your mouthful of cum, shuddering at the mild tang before suckling the last drops from the head of Krauser’s dick.

All the while, you feel every single drop that Leon buries inside of you, warm in the depths of your cunt and slightly stinging the sore skin at your entrance as tickles escape around his base. It seems like his orgasm will never end; there must be so much of it, and even when you no longer feel new ropes of his cum pooling into you, he ruts it shallowly into your cervix as he shakes with aftershocks. 

It takes a long time for you both to settle, and for lengthy minutes, you just lie there together, eyes closed and adrift. Your whole body is abuzz as you run your hands up and down his back, feeling it rise and fall with his staggered breathing as he lies flush against you, a drunken smile on your face as you come down for good. You sink heavily into the floor, no thoughts whatsoever in your head, and nothing behind your eyes but stars.

Leon too is perfectly exhausted from the way he’s been thoroughly drained, and he’s more than happy to join you in your empty-headed daze. So lie there you do, long enough to be overtaken by fatigue as your blown minds weigh down with sleep, even long enough to forget about what Krauser might be doing. 

Leon rolls off of you, knife clattering to the ground as it slips from his limp fingers, and you open your blurry eyes to see the cause: Krauser’s boot.

Krauser doesn’t look angry at all, more so inconvenienced. He shakes his head at the way Leon’s dead weight falls beside you, too tired to even react to his soft dick slipping out of your sopping cunt.

“Good god…” Krauser mutters under his breath, scoffing at the soft display of you and Leon in a puddle on the ground— an understandably dissonant sight after what you’ve all just done. But it doesn’t cut through your euphoric afterglow at all; Krauser’s disapproval is too familiar to blink twice at even now; if anything, it’s casual coming from him. You even weakly smile until he speaks again with a touch more bitterness in his tone.

“You two look just pathetic.”

Blinking away the stale tears that cling to your eyelashes, Krauser sharpens into view. He’s collected himself completely in the time you’ve been drifting away.

And there you are in stark contrast, completely naked on the floor, your limp limbs in a tangled heap wherever gravity took them, your hair a mess of sweat and frizz— and the most indecent sight of all, the cum drying on the corners of your mouth and leaking out of your swollen folds. 

Leon lies beside you in an equally tragic state: his hair is a disaster, his trousers are loose around his knees, and a final drop of cum leaks from the tip of his sore cock.

No wonder Krauser’s displeased. There’s truly no world where he’d be glad to see his top recruits looking half dead in front of him, especially when he somehow managed to be so unaffected himself.

“Get up before you stain the mat.”

You and Leon are all creaks and groans as you pull yourselves to your knees, not yet daring to try your feet and instead crawling to find your clothes. You fight against your lightheadedness as you sit upright to redress, trying to do it quickly before Leon’s cum spills out of you and onto the floor. You can feel how much there is, and you don’t know if you’ll have the strength to clean it up, which you’d surely be made to if it did.

But in the minutes you have somewhat to yourself, your throat feels tight all over again. You feel like you’re back at the beginning in the exact same predicament as before: How the hell are you supposed to look Leon in the eyes? 

When you’re finally dressed, you stumble to your feet, and you hardly look at him at all before you both shy away. But as you stand in the room on wobbly legs, you find a new predicament, too: What the hell happens now?

You’ve stumbled into completely uncharted territory, and you have only your major to guide you. So on pure routine, you both look to your superior to tell you what to do next. 

It has to be the most hilariously pathetic attempt at standing in formation ever, the way he looks incredulously at the two of you as he shrugs on his olive green overshirt, pausing at the sight.

“You’re both so fucking clueless” he grumbles and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Hit the showers and go to bed.”

You stumble shame-faced through yes sir’s and turn heel to the gymnasium door, and your mouth goes dry with each new step. 

That’s it then..? You have to pretend it never happened without so much as an acknowledgment? You half wish Krauser had shaken you by the shoulders and told you what to think as usual, for him to set right your spinning head.

“Hey,” Krauser calls just before you reach the door. You both look back and wait, your hearts beating in your chest, but he only looks at you. “I don’t like rumors. I better not hear any more. Understood?”

He stares you down sharply with a lift in his brow. You inhale deeply as you catch his drift. “Y-yeah. Understood, sir.”

Krauser calms and nods once, then turns away. You take the opportunity to slip out of the door.

The walk back to the barracks is painfully quiet; neither of you know what to say. Your bootsteps are the only sound echoing in the dim halls, and your heartbeat is the only thing in your ears.

It isn’t a long walk before you reach the fork between the male and female barrack halls. Your steps slow until they reach a halt and Leon lingers behind you. You turn halfway to face him, but nothing comes of it; you both can only stand there with open mouths that don’t say anything.

You stiffly turn away, but then Leon speaks your name quietly and brokenly, and everything unspoken is left in the ellipses. He gulps once and feels his dry tongue cling to the roof of his mouth as he opens it to speak, and a shaky voice comes out that echoes your very same need.

“Tell me it’s okay.”

You turn around and finally manage to look at him, and it cracks your heart wide open. He looks so much like he did when you’d both arrived here, a scared young man who arrived fresh from the horrors he’d witnessed, who’d do anything to keep everything in one piece despite how much he himself needs saving. 

It’s the face you’d first fallen for and fell for all over again as it sharpened into the fierceness he had now. The same face that held you impossibly close just moments ago. 

You fall all over again and crash into his chest at terminal velocity, clinging to him with all the energy you have left in you to give.

“It’s okay.”

You hold each other there in the hall for a long time. Neither of you know what you’ll wake up to in the morning or how the hell you’ll pretend everything is normal, but right now, you don’t need to. You just need to hold each other long enough to know that the other one is there.

When you slowly pull away, your fingertips linger over each other’s before you finally break apart. And with one last breathless look into his blown blue eyes, you head towards the women’s showers.

You squint in the fluorescents and avoid your reflection. You step into the shower while it’s still running cold and let the tension wash away in the water as it grows to a calming steam.

You wash yourself with purpose— it’s well past one in the morning and you don’t have sleep to spare— but your fingers linger between your legs as you clean where you feel the most dirty. Feeling the slick slip of cum against your sore, swollen lips as it commingles with the suds, you smile.

⌖⌖⌖

The next morning, everything seems to scream. The wake alarm. Your muscles. Your head from three fleeting hours of sleep. Your thoughts as you remember the source of your freshly aching body.

The very beginnings of bruises bloom in greens and purples under your skin: on your wrists, your hips, and the distinct shape of fingers on your bicep. Your neck is sore and your cheek is tender, nevermind your throat and between your legs. As nervous as the evidence of last night being visible makes you, there's no cause to worry about the curious glances your comrades give you. It really does just look like you got your ass beat in combat, which is... true enough, you suppose.

Still, you can hardly look anyone in the eyes without your blood feeling hot about the new secret that you're keeping, but you don’t have many chances to.

First formation comes in place of breakfast. You’ve never stood so straight in your life; it wouldn’t be a good day to have Krauser pick on you. Definitely not.

Every time the major’s eyes glance over you, goosebumps prick your skin. You have no idea what he thinks about last night’s events, and so you dread his reprimands more than ever.

And when your eyes catch against Leon's, although you catch a hundred different things in his gaze, disappointment isn't one of them, and it's comforting somehow to know that he's feeling the same dizzying mix of emotions as you without having to ask.

But somehow, despite your cloudy thoughts, your aching body, and the ever-present signs of sleep deprivation, you excel.

And so the day goes on without incident as far as USSTRATCOM goes. You’re well ready for sleep by the time you’re relieved for the night, but you stay awake until you know everyone is asleep.

You take your time standing up from your cot, careful not to make it creak or shuffle the cheap blankets noisily. You watch your bunk mate snore as you tip-toe to the door in your socks. Boots would sound too heavy, and besides, you aren’t going far.

Your heart races as you scamper to the men’s wing and look for the right door, but you can’t seem to find it. Maybe it’s farther down than you thought? You turn back down the hall with knit brows to check the room numbers again. No dice. Maybe you passed it already.

You turn again and freeze as a doors opens and none other than Leon walks out.

There’s still no disappointment in his face, though. This is full-on despair. His face drops and his shoulders sink before he stammers and looks away, ducking back inside his room like he’s the one who shouldn’t be here.

“I’m, uh… sorry, I’ll just—“

“Leon, wait...!"

You cross the distance in seconds flat and catch his wrist just as he’s halfway enveloped back in the dark of his room.

“I… I came here to see you.”

ideas simmering on the back burner

femme fatale reader 

experiment!reader

possible part twos for Good Cops Quit and Stray Cats

Re9 Leon/Stripper!Reader

re6 alternate ending where Leon doesn't get his name cleared, stays in China living as a fugitive where he meets reader