Kyokotsu Sama

Reader POV:

It had been seven months since Leon and I broke up. He wasn't doing well. He never had been after what happened in Raccoon City. All that trauma, that survivor's guilt. All of that affected him too much and caused him to withdraw over time, to stop talking, to stop confiding in me about what he felt. The person who had always been by his side. It's true that he often avoided the subject or skirted around it to avoid remembering his traumas; after all, he was young at the time of those events and never imagined his life would take such a dramatic turn. So much so that he got lost, and I lost him trying to guide him back to me. Those were beautiful times, even amidst the chaos; there was beauty in living that romance amidst the destruction. It was as if we were light in the darkness of the world, and he truly smiled. Everything was so beautiful until that night arrived. That night he came home drunk, and I told him the truth. I told him I was tired of trying to pull him along while he pretended everything was fine and went out drinking to drown his pain in alcohol instead of trusting me. I loved him. And this was making me feel bad about myself, like I was no longer important in his life, and that my place was no longer there with him.

He, on the other hand, thought it wasn't right and that I couldn't give up on him, that there had to be a solution, to which I replied that only time and a genuine change on his part could heal. There were tears, there were true confessions where I told him how I felt, torn between loving him but having to let him go for now because things weren't going well with us. I even considered whether I should really distance myself at that stage of his life, but the truth was that I couldn't stay, and I had to leave him alone with his thoughts, with the alcohol, and with the pain of seeing me walk out that door that same night, hoping he would finally wake up from that nightmare and realize he was hurting me too.

I cried for weeks, thinking about him every day, about how he was, about whether I had done the right thing, about whether he had changed. But as the months passed, that pain eased, or perhaps I just stopped thinking about it, but it was still there, and the proof is that I never moved on from him. I still had that habit of waiting for him until late to see if he would return from yet another of his missions, but he stopped coming home. And I still cried when I was more sensitive and missed him. That hug, that affection, that warmth, that love. Everything.

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For Leon, it wasn't any better either. If he already felt that way after the events in Raccoon City, seeing you leave was the last straw for him. It was like twisting the knife that had already been stabbed in him. On the morning after the breakup, he might have been hungover, but if there was one thing he couldn't stop thinking about, it was your tears and the way you left his house, hurt and heartbroken. All you asked for was consideration and for him to trust you to help him carry that pain so he wouldn't feel alone, but he was too proud and chose the wrong path to hide the pain and ended up hurting the person he loved, and that made him mad at himself for seeing the mistake he had made. Seeing that he was now alone and the person who loved him most was no longer there made him realize the magnitude of his mistake, and this made him lose his pride and focus on quitting drinking and finding a good way to bring you back. No matter what it took.

Seven months later:

You were pacing back and forth in the house, tidying up some things and putting everything in order. And little did you know that on the other side of that door was Leon. Hesitant and thoughtful, fist clenched and uncertain about whether he should knock on your door or simply leave, knowing that you probably wouldn't forgive him. But if he left, all that effort in quitting drinking and focusing on winning you back would be in vain, and he didn't want to run away anymore.

You were folding some clothes when you heard a knock on the front door and looked at the door, surprised since you weren't expecting anyone. You put your clothes aside and stood up, going to the door and opening it. Of all the people you expected, this was definitely the one you least expected to find.

You lost your strength at that moment; all the pain you had hidden for months had intensified again, as had all the memories of what you had lived through. He seemed more sober and mature now; his face no longer carried dark circles or traces of alcoholism. He seemed healthier than before, serious and determined about what he had come there to do. And the conversation would be very long.

"Leon?" You called his name in an almost inaudible whisper, but devoid of any resentment about what had happened. "What are you doing here?"

"Can I come in?" He asked, his voice still with that hoarse and tired tone, but determined

You nodded, lowering your gaze slightly and stepping aside to let him in, and you closed the door afterward. He looked around the house and remembered our house and where we kept so many memories.

"How are you doing?"He asked, turning to focus on you, who sighed and looked at him

"I've been surviving, one day at a time, working and living life. Or at least trying to," you said, your voice carrying some of the pain you'd felt since what happened a few months ago, a pain you couldn't hide. "And you? Have you learned to see life beyond your bottle of liquor?"

Leon was silent for a moment and took a deep breath, knowing that was what had ruined everything

"I owe you an apology for everything I did. I know that... I shouldn't have hidden from you what was happening to me, I shouldn't have focused on alcohol to drown this pain instead of trusting you, which was the right thing to do. And that's why I came here, I came to tell you that I haven't touched a drop of alcohol since the day you left. It cost me to fight against the hurt, against the pain, the trauma, but if I didn't, I could never have you back." He confessed, and you felt your eyes welling up, which made you look away

"Leon... Do you have any idea what it's like to love someone, to want that person to trust you back, to explain what's happening to them so they can be helped, so that I can reach them and give them my love and do my best to soothe this pain because I knew you were suffering and blaming yourself, and the only thing you did was coming home drunk, making jokes about everything and everyone, running away from the problems, and thinking everything is fine when it's not? Do you know what it's like to have to try to reach you, to try to make you see that I was there fighting by your side, and to feel useless because you didn't give a damn if I was there or not?" You explained your side, looking him in the eyes and feeling the tears you were trying to hide finally begin to fall. "Leon, I fucking loved you!"

Leon looked you in the eyes and saw your tears and felt guilty again, knowing that it was a result of the pain he had caused.

"I hope... I hope you can forgive me for all the harm I did to you. I messed up a lot with you, forgive me." He said, lowering his gaze and burdened with the pain of guilt

"It's not easy for me, Leon," you said, your voice faltering between tears. "It hurt so much to leave that house and leave you behind drunk and suffering, but I had to do it because I couldn't take it anymore and..."

You couldn't finish the sentence because in a courageous move he hugged you tightly, and there in that hug, with the taste of home and security, you burst into tears uncontrollably like a child seeking a mother's hug. You were seeking the hug of the man you still loved. Leon ran a hand through your hair and held you tightly against his chest, not wanting to be apart for even a moment longer. And he stayed like that until you released all that crying and pain inside you. And at the same time grateful that you hadn't run away from him and had reciprocated, even though he thought he didn't deserve it.

"You know, I was more afraid to knock on your door to ask for your forgiveness than to fight a tyrant in a dark alley." He cracked one of his typical jokes and you couldn't hide a smile

"Leon, don't ruin the moment with those dad jokes.” You said, looking up into his eyes

"I won't ruin it," he whispered, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Never again."

You smiled as you held his gaze and felt his lightness now, more so than months ago when he was completely lost. And he saw in you the woman he doesn't want to lose again, not for anything. And both of you, at that moment, began to remember what your lives were like before everything went wrong. And then that longing, that contained desire arose, making you look at his lips and lean in a little closer, and he didn't back away. You held his face and he held your waist, and you brushed your lips against his, simply letting it happen. And it never felt so good as at that moment.

His hands still seemed slightly shaky on your waist, but as he followed your lips, they became more secure and firm. One of your hands slid to hold the hair at the back of his neck, deepening the kiss and gasping when things seemed about to escalate. He pinned you against the wall, and that's when you broke the kiss and looked him in the eyes, and he hesitated for a moment.

"Did I scare you?" He asked softly, his concern showing in his voice. "Do you want to stop?"

But the desire to have him and the longing suppressed for months made you answer his question not with words, but with another, hungrier kiss, and he realized that you wanted it, and that led him to reciprocate the kiss with the same longing he had kept all that time without you. And in the middle of those kisses in the hallway, he lowered his lips to your neck, and you tilted your head to the side, giving him more access and feeling his hand slide up under the loose, long t-shirt you were wearing, only for him to realize later that it was his, and that brought a tiny, smug smile to his face.

"Do you still wear my clothes? Did you miss my scent?" He murmured in your ear with a deep voice that sent shivers down your spine

"I felt it, Leon. And if you hadn't been such a drunken ass idiot, we wouldn't have wasted months of sex." You said, taking off his leather jacket

"You're right... But I promise to make it up to you." He said before kissing you again and harder this time

And that's when his hands went to the hem of your shirt and you raised your arms to help him take it off and throw it somewhere, and then you jumped into his arms and showed him your room where, there, he put you on the bed and positioned himself on top of you, kissing you, and you held the back of his neck and with your other hand you also took off his shirt, feeling his already warm chest rubbing against yours. He broke the kiss, lowering his lips to your neck and sliding a hand down your ribs, below your waist, and reaching your hip, where he settled. He continued down, lingering a little longer to kiss the skin of your breasts, making you arch at the sensation of his stubble against your skin. He pulled back just enough to remove the cotton shorts you were wearing, and you helped him get rid of them. He held one of your legs, kissing its entire length down until he reached the middle, where only the warm air from his breath made you shiver. And he had missed that place so much.

He kissed your sensitive spot with an initial gentleness, running his thumb along your slit, and you brought a hand to his blond hair, moaning as his mouth began to kiss and suck that specific spot that made your eyes roll back.

"L-Leon..." You gasped his name and he looked up

"Your body still remembers me, just look how well you're reacting." He murmured, taking you in his mouth again

And you couldn't deny it, your body hadn't forgotten him for a moment. You gasped and moved your hips slightly against his face as he used his thumb to make circular motions on your clit and took his tongue to your entrance, licking it and watching you arch and lift your hips, but he held you and kept you still* against the mattress while he tasted you and made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

Your hand tightened a little more on his hair as you felt that pressure on your lower abdomen and your thighs trembled. You threw your head back, moaning his name and reveling in the orgasm he was causing you, and you gasped as he licked the trail that had dripped, tasting you a little more before pulling away, still licking his lips and panting after having stayed there all that time. He looked at you, blushing and with your eyes shining for him, and he leaned in to kiss you, and you responded, tasting yourself on his tongue as he kissed you in that sensual and needy way at the same time.

"You look so beautiful like this," he murmured, breaking the kiss for a moment. "And cute when you blush." He added, bringing a small smile to your face

He gave you another long peck before you sat on the bed and he knelt down. You reached for his pants, and he helped you with them, becoming as naked as you were now. He sat on the mattress and you positioned yourself on his lap, holding his shoulders, and he held your waist and you his cock, stimulating it, feeling it harder in your hand, hearing him gasp and let out a low groan before you began to lower your hips and sit on him, digging your nails into his shoulders as you felt him fill you, making you feel that thickness stretching you from the inside after months without it. And he even growled at the sensation that he had missed it too.

"I-I missed this." He gasped against your mouth. "And I can't get enough of it."

"I missed having you too...Filling me like this." You murmured with some low moans and gasps as you slowly and torturously moved your hips in his lap

"Oh sweetheart, I can fill you much more if you want." He said, kissing your neck, and you held his nape

"Oh yes...do it, please."

Leon wasn't coming to apologize with declarations or roses, but he certainly knew how to reach your soul again in a way that was worth much more than pretty speeches. You threw your head back, giving him more access to your neck so he could mark all that skin he had so longed for and desired. He gripped your hips, guiding your movements on top of him, and you moaned as you felt him reach the deepest spot inside you, making your body tremble and your walls contract around him with each thrust. One of your hands gripped his hair and the other scratched his broad back as he nibbled and licked the red marks he had left from the suction. There was a moment when he pulled away from your neck and looked you in the eyes, and there, face to face, stripped of clothes and soul, pride crumbled. There was surrender, there was intensity, chemistry, and feeling.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry for not realizing you were my only safe haven when my world crumbled." He murmured, his voice breathless and weighed down by the wrong choice he had made. "Look at me, let me see... Let me be sure you've forgiven me... that I'm worthy of your forgiveness." His voice was hoarse and almost urgent, wanting to know if you had forgiven him

You looked him in the eyes, held his face, and kissed him before you could think of the right words to tell him how you felt now. It was a kiss that contrasted with the warm, desirous atmosphere there.

"I forgive you..." You gasped into his mouth and looked into his eyes. "You are the man I never stopped loving all this time, the one who haunted my deepest thoughts and loneliest nights... And who is learning to rise again, and here you are." You acknowledged it, and he was so grateful

"I missed you so much... your voice, your skin, your touch. I missed everything about you." He confessed, and you gradually increased the pace on top of him

"Then show me how crazy you've been without me."

And that's when his hands gripped you tighter, and you clung to him and kissed him with desire, surrendering to that moment more than ever. He placed one hand on the back of your neck and his other arm around you, and he laid you down on the mattress, positioning himself on top of you, and you gasped into his mouth, wrapping your legs around him. He slid his hands down your waist as his lips descended to your neck where you could hear his growls and gasps, sending shivers down your spine. In that position, you could feel him deeper, his pelvis hitting your sensitive clit, making you throw your head back, digging your nails into his back, scratching his sweaty skin and tense muscles.

"Leon...Don't stop." You begged between moans

He pulled his head away from your neck, pinning your wrists above your head with his hands and kissing you, quickening the rhythm of his thrusts, which made your legs tighten around him, keeping him as close as possible, and you, feeling his chest against yours, his panting breath on your mouth, and his blond hair falling forward, brushing against your face with his movements on top of you.

"Look at me, baby." He asked, hoarse and breathless, and you looked into those beautiful blue eyes of his. "So beautiful... Hold me, I swear I won't let you go."

And at that moment he embraced your body and you clung to his and he kissed you, muffling your moans and you arched beneath him, lifting your hips against his as you came on him, breaking the kiss to moan loudly and he maintained eye contact with you as he gave the last thrusts and let out groans and a moan as he came inside you, filling you with his warmth and making you roll your eyes with the sensation and while he said breathlessly that he loved you and then kissed you.

The tense atmosphere of moments ago gradually gave way to the softness and glow of orgasm and this could be reflected in both of your faces and in the small touches. He now had a hand on your face, running his thumb along your cheekbone and looking at you with a renewed gleam.

"Are you okay? Was I too harsh with you?" He asked in a low voice, still slightly breathless

"It’s okay, I'm fine...very fine, Leon." You said, your voice equally breathless, and he placed a kiss on your forehead

"Tell me this wasn't a dream...Tell me we can still be together and that when I wake up tomorrow I'll have you here." He murmured, his forehead resting against yours

"It wasn't a dream, you have me here and you always will." You held his face, and he brushed his lips against yours before kissing you again

"I won't leave you alone...Never again."

"Promise me you'll never hide your pain from me again."

"I promise, just like I promise to keep making dry jokes every five minutes just to see you smile." He added, and you giggled and hugged him

"You're so silly, Leon, but I fucking love you." You said, stroking his hair and kissing his cheek

The rain had started, also calming the scene where they had found themselves moments before, surrounded by creatures they were already used to seeing every day. Carlos and you arrived at an isolated and safe place where he set you down on the ground, closed the door, and put down his weapon. He came to you, crouching down to check your injured arm after the scratch one of the zombies had given you during the fight earlier, a fight in which Carlos intervened to split the zombie’s head open with an axe and even laughed victoriously.

"You were lucky." He said, examining the wound

"I know, its teeth didn't get me."

"No, I was trying to say you were lucky because I arrived in time." He said with a smug smile, and you narrowed your eyes at him

"Smug," you murmured. "Have you received any radio signal from the others?"

"No, but I believe they must already know about our situation." He stood up and started looking around for something to treat his wound, and that's when he found a first-aid kit that looked brand new, which was rare and almost like a treasure at that moment. "See? I'm your lucky charm, if I'm with you, good things happen." He said, showing me the find, and you rolled your eyes with a little smile

He cleaned the wound with saline solution and then disinfected it, placing a gauze compress over it and then a bandage.

"Done," he said, adjusting the bandage a little. "You'll probably just feel a burning sensation in the next few days, but nothing serious. But if you feel pain, just ask me, and I'll kiss you to make it better." He smiled, winking, and you playfully hit his arm with your good hand

"You're an idiot pretending to be a heartthrob."

"My mother always said I would break hearts, but I wouldn't break yours for anything."

"Even if I became a zombie tomorrow?"

"Even if you became a zombie tomorrow. I mean, you'd probably look cute as a zombie, which would make me fall for your charm and get bitten, but a little bite never hurt anyone, did it?" He smiled at you and you smiled, caught up in his jokes

"Carlos, I think in the world we live in you can't romanticize that because a bite from one of those creatures is really quite deadly."

"You're right, but even so, I still think you'd still be charming.”

"Carlos?"

"What?"

"Shut up for a moment, please." You asked, and he raised his arms in surrender

"Your wishes are my commands, pretty thing."

He then got up and went to rummage through the small storage room that was there, and that's when he laughed when he saw what was right in front of him. There were jugs of water that seemed preserved and uncontaminated. Probably someone had stored them before the situation escalated.

"You won't believe it," he said, and you looked towards the door of the room and he came out looking at you. "There are jugs of drinking water here. We can use it to wash ourselves."

"Wait, here?"You asked, stuttering slightly and blinking a few times, questioningly

"Yes, why? Don't you want to shower with me?"

"I'd rather smell like sweat than wash with you looking at me.”

"Oh please! Are you calling me a pervert? I would never disrespect a girl as pretty as you," he said with a smug look. "Although it would be hard not to be curious."

"Curious? You've never seen a naked woman?"

"To be honest, I've imagined you without clothes."

"What?" You widened your eyes, completely taken aback by the blatant confession. "You've got to be kidding me! How can you not want me to call you a pervert?"

"Calm down, sweetie." He chuckled. "There are a lot of girls who would love it if I confessed something like this."

"You're an idiot, Carlos, and a big idiot."

"Only for you." He said, taking off his tactical vest and putting it aside

"Wait, you're really going to wash yourself here? With me here?" You asked again, still in disbelief

"Yes, I thought I already told you."

"Oh, no..."

"Oh yes, baby, I will. If you don't want to look, you can just turn your back, but you'll miss the show of your life."

"Carlos, aren't you going to take off that shirt..." You looked at him, and he looked at you with a challenging look and that roguish smile

And to tease you even more, he began to take off his sweaty, dirty shirt slowly, as if trying to seduce you. You covered your face with your hands, trying to play hard to get but discreetly peeked through your fingers. And when he started to take off his boots and unzip his pants, he became even more seductive, maintaining eye contact with you to tease you while taking off his pants and kicking them aside. You took your hands away from your face and looked him up and down.

"Do you like what you see?" He asked with that confident air after what he had just done

"Carlos, you looked like a fucking male bird dancing for a female to hook her up!" You said, and he laughed at what you said

"Wow, that was a little creative... and if you want, it can be possible too." He winked at you, and you blushed and narrowed your eyes, turning your back, and he smiled. "You're cute when you blush."

"Fuck you." You replied, turning around, but he threw his boxers at you, and you screamed and jumped back, turning your head again. "ARE YOU CRAZY?!"

And he just laughed and opened the lid of one of the water containers there and began to wash himself, pouring the water over his thick hair and body, washing his dirty, sweaty skin and some wounds he had, and while he did so, you glanced slightly over your shoulder and saw the image of a real hunk of a man there. Those muscles, now wet from the water that made his tanned skin glow, and those damn broad shoulders and those biceps that made you involuntarily bite your lip.

On the outside, you didn't want to seem obvious to him and inflate his ego, but inside you were burning with desire seeing that your buddy and great friend, Carlos Fucking Oliveira, the man you secretly covet, was completely naked, washing himself.

"Are you just going to stand there and watch?" He teased, turning around and seeing you looking at him over your shoulder, and you quickly turned your head. "You think I didn't see you looking? Go on, baby, don't just stand there, come wash yourself too. I know this isn't exactly a spa or a five-star hotel, but look, at least we have decontaminated water."

You thought for a moment and then just gave in. He was right deep down, even though deep down it would be super embarrassing to walk around naked there with him. You took off your tank top and then your pants, and opened one of the water containers and started washing yourself too, but always covering yourself with your arms when he turned around and faced you.

"In my head they were bigger..." He murmured, and you raised an eyebrow, looking at him

"'They' who, Carlos?"

"Your breasts."

"Carlos, go fuck yourself, you fucking animal." You grabbed the empty water container and threw it at him. He put his hands in front of his face to defend himself. "Don't look, you pervert."

He smiled and walked towards you completely naked and without any shame in that huge body, and you felt so small when he got close enough for you to hear his breathing and feel the heat of his body even after washing with cold water.

"Honey, I'm not the pervert you make me out to be. I was just messing with you. I won't do anything you don't want. I can be your friend, your buddy, your husband, your boyfriend, your enemy, your idiot, whatever you want, but disrespect you? Oh no, girl, I won't." He stopped, and that stirred something inside you

It was true that Carlos was sometimes very playful and even silly, but the truth is that he never disrespected you, no matter how intimate and trusting he was with you. And that was simply what attracted you so much.

And at that moment you lowered your arms, uncovering yourself, and looked at him, and he at you, without taking his eyes off yours to look at your body. He didn't break his word.

"See? I told you I wouldn't do anything you don't want." He said, and you lowered your gaze for a moment

"I want to..." You managed to confess, even blushing and ashamed

"What?"

"I want you," you said, now looking into his eyes. "I want to be more than your friend."

"So... Best friends?" He joked, and you rolled your eyes with a tiny smile

"You idiot, you know what I meant."You looked away, blushing even more

"No, I don't, I want you to be more specific, my love." He said in a teasing tone, holding your face and forcing you to look at him. "Come on, babygirl, tell me what you want?"

"I...I want you to be my...I want you to be my man, my love...my best friend too, but above all, my one and only love." You confessed, and he smiled

"That's very romantic of you, you know? But I accept, and I want you to know that I want you to be my woman, my best friend, to put up with my silly man jokes." He said, and you smiled

"I accept putting up with your silly man jokes, you stupid empty-headed." You said, and he laughed

He caressed your cheekbones with his thumbs and then lowered his hands, placing them on your waist, and slightly tilted his head, looking at your lips, but like a gentleman, he hesitated for a moment.

"May I?" He murmured, and you nodded

And then he kissed you, slow and soft, something that contrasted with the rough texture of his beard, but you didn't care at that moment, you just let yourself be carried away by the kiss and its warmth. His large hands grabbed your waist harder, and you held the nape of his neck, deepening the kiss and giving space for his tongue, panting against his mouth as the kiss became hungrier.

"Carlos..." You gasped his name, breaking the kiss for a moment. "It wasn't just you who imagined what I would look like without clothes..."

"Why? Did you imagine me naked too?" He smiled provocatively

"No... I also imagined myself kissing your lips." You confessed

"Oh, I bet that must have been sexy."

"It fucking was." You replied, kissing him again

As the kiss became more voracious and rough, he lowered his hands to the back of your thighs and lifted you in his arms. You put your arms around his neck without breaking the kiss, and he walked with you until they reached a table in that room and sat you down. Feeling the table was a little unstable, you placed one hand on the table and the other on his shoulder.

"Carlos, the table will give way when we..." You tried to warn them, but he immediately gave that sly, mischievous smile

"Love, don't worry, if it breaks I'll hold you and we'll do it standing up."

"Standing up? You were going to drop me when you lost your strength while coming."

"Not to brag, but I have some nice biceps and good hands to hold you. I won't let you fall, princess." He winked confidently

This time he attacked your neck and kissed it, and you took the hand that was on his shoulder to the nape of his neck, holding his hair there while you felt his mouth mark your still wet skin. He leaned closer to encourage you to lie down on the table so he could lower his lips along your collarbone and down towards your breasts, where he caressed, bit, and kissed them. You arched your back off the old table, reaching up with one hand to hold onto the edge and the other one remained on his nape, keeping him close as he licked the sensitive nipples, stiffened from the cold water. You gasped as you felt the warmth of his mouth contrasting with your damp skin, and his strong hands caressing and squeezing your flesh, making you bite your lip.

"Well, I know I said earlier that they seemed bigger in my head, but fuck the size, they're beautiful." He said, keeping his head buried in your breasts

And after a moment, he pulled away slightly, his hands firmly gripping your thighs, spreading them apart, and looking down, seeing that all that wetness wasn't just from the water, but from arousal.

"Y/n, I hope you know that you have a beautiful jewel down here and that...you've been hiding it from me all this time while playing hard to get." He said, looking from between your legs at you, and you rested your hands on the table for a moment to look down and then at him with dark eyes full of desire and licking your lips

"And what are you going to do with this 'beautiful jewel'? Or rather, "You tilted your head slightly to the side without taking your eyes off his."Can you at least handle it?" You challenged him, and he gave a small smile

"You tell me." He replied, and you giggled

And that's when he knelt down and pulled you with a rough and sudden gesture to the edge of the table, making you let out a yelp from the action that turned into a moan when he buried his mouth there, and that's when you arched your back and threw your head back, bringing one hand to grab his hair and the other gripping the edge of the table tighter as his tongue began to lick your entire slit and making you roll your eyes.

Although he was the typical idiot who spent the day teasing you, at that moment he seemed focused and eager, giving you pleasure that made you see stars. Not to mention the way he sucked on your clit and licked afterwards, and the damn sensation of his beard scratching the skin of your thighs or the sensitive skin of your cunt while he devoured you with ferocity and a sloppy way, the way that showed he had been longing for this for a long time.

He started by putting two fingers inside you to prepare your entrance, skillfully fingering you while his mouth paid attention to the already swollen and increasingly sensitive spot. And then he put in another finger just to lift his head and see you writhing and feel his hair being pulled, knowing that you were loving every minute of it.

"Carlos..." You moaned his name, feeling your body tremble and the pressure in your lower abdomen indicating that you were so close. "That 's too much... Ohh so good."

"Do you still think I can't handle this, princess?" He murmured and you gasped. "I think by your face and the way you're wetting my fingers, you're loving it."

His deep, drawn-out voice, heavy with desire, was stirring you and your senses, not to mention that you had three of his fingers in and out of you and his mouth devouring you as if you were his last meal. The pleasure you were feeling intensified to such an extent that you threw your head back, arching your back and your hips lifted against his face, causing him to growl.

He slowed the rhythm of his fingers, then pulled them out of you, completely soaked, and brought them to his mouth to savor your taste. He even licked along your slit to collect what was still dripping, and then stood up to see how he left your legs trembling and your cheeks flushed with that gleam of satisfaction in your eyes.

"So, did you like it? Did I do well?" He asked, and you smiled, still slightly breathless, and nodded

"You were so good... And I hope what comes next is even better."

"Oh, baby, don't say it twice."

You sat at the table, your body still limp from the previous moment, and rested your hands on the table, whimpering as he took his cock, which was so hard and throbbing after he had spent all that time between your legs devouring you, and began to brush it from bottom to top along your wet and still sensitive slit.

And when he finally began to thrust inside you, you threw your head back and moaned loudly, feeling how the thickness of his cock filled you, and made you lose your mind. You ran a hand over his abs, feeling those hard muscles under the palm of your hand and up to his chest and then to his shoulder where you squeezed until he was completely inside, only easing the grip when he stopped and stayed like that for a moment. You released the breath you hadn't even felt you holding when he put it in, in a deep gasp, and looked up into those brown eyes. He put his arm around you, his other hand cupping your face, his thumb gently caressing it.

"If a zombie walked through that door right now, I don't know if I'd let him bite me so I could die happy inside you, or if I'd fuck you while shooting at him." He cracked one of his jokes, and you giggled

"Carlos, you're so stupid. I sincerely hope you don't let him bite you and leave me alone and dying of horniness."

"Of course I would never do that, my princess. My baby's pleasure comes first, then everything else. Of course I would kill the guy before he caught us." He said before kissing you, and you reciprocated with the same sensuality and warm

He began to move with thrusts, still at a slow pace, but the depth was brutal, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, one hand on the table and the other on his shoulder, while kissing him and moaning into his mouth as he went deep. You tilted your head to the side, and he kissed your neck, sucking and biting the marks that were already there and making them deeper.

You felt the impact of each deep thrust, the tip reaching the deepest spot inside you, making you roll your eyes and moan loudly, a sound that echoed off the walls of the old, empty room. You could feel the warmth of his tanned skin, damp with water and sweat, and the brushing of his chest against yours, his muscles contracting with each movement, and the rough hairs of his pelvis brushing against your still-sensitive clit, and all of this was taking you to heaven.

But in the middle of this "trip to heaven," the table, which already seemed unstable, broke, and you instinctively grabbed onto him, your arms and legs wrapped around him, yelping from the sudden fright.

"Easy, love. I got you, I got you and I won't let you fall." He murmured in your ear, embracing your body in those strong arms

"I told you the table would give way and break."

"I know, but I also told you I was strong enough to hold you, didn't I?" He looked you in the eyes and you nodded and kissed him

And to your surprise, he didn't need to push you against a wall, his strong arms were more than enough to hold you like that while he fucked you, but you felt like you were going to fall and felt a little insecure.

"Carlos...Lean me against the...wall. It's safer." You tried to say between moans

"I don't need a wall, baby, I'm strong enough for you. Just...just hold on to me and...I promise I won't let you fall. Trust me?" He said, his breath ragged

"Yes!”

"Good girl, come to the papa." He said, pulling you closer again without stopping the thrusts, and you threw your head back, scratching his back

The way those huge, beefy arms held you and the way his veins bulged with the effort made you even hotter and pushed you to the limit. He didn't seem to be straining to be there with you in his arms; he seemed to be enjoying the moment and having you.

"My God...So beautiful..." He said with that accent he boasted so much about, the one that gave you shivers

"Carlos...I'm coming..." You moaned, and he kissed you while his hands squeezed your thighs tighter, guiding your body faster and harder, pushing you to your limit. "Oh fuck, fuck I’m c-coming!"

"Come...Come to me, let me know how much you're loving this."

You dug your nails harder into his back, leaving red marks that would later be etched into his skin, and let yourself come inside him, your essence running down his member. He kissed you, and as he felt close, the thrusts became brutal and fast, making you cry out in pleasure.

He growled as he felt himself writhing inside you, and that's when, with one more deep thrust, he came inside you, and you gasped, feeling that hot gush filling you. You simply lost your strength there, but he didn't let go of you for a moment, even though his legs were also trembling afterward. He was loyal to his word, about holding you until the end.

He then slowly walked with you until you were against a wall, and you moved your head away from his shoulder, sliding your legs so you could put your feet back on the ground, but never letting go of his shoulders since you could barely feel your legs. You looked into his eyes, seeing that he was panting and had that still damp and disheveled hair in front of his face, and you brushed it aside and gave him a quick kiss.

"How are you, princess?" He murmured. "Was I too hard on you?"

"You were perfect... I loved it." You said, looking into his eyes, and he smiled. "I love you."

"Me too." He said, giving you a kiss on the cheek. "Now, whether the table liked us, I wasn't so sure." He looked at the broken table, and you giggled

"You're such an idiot."

🌪He'll always have his hands on your hips, waist, and ass, running them over your skin wherever he can grab. This also includes spanking.

🌪He loves to mark you, and when in this position, he will, whether by spanking or by his hands gripping your ass tightly when he increases the force of his thrusts.

🌪He also likes to keep a hand on the back of your neck to press your head into the pillow where your moans will be muffled. However, since he's the type who doesn't care if anyone hears, he likes to pull your hair and make you lift your head and make you scream for him, letting everyone know he's in control.

🌪Another one I think he'll like is against the wall with you in his arms or standing without the wall to show off his strength.

🌪This one, I believe, happens when he arrives late from a mission and he's already horny and needy, and he can't take you to the bedroom and has to fuck you right there in the doorway.

🌪And he won't admit it, but in this position he loves it when you scratch his back or grab his shoulders tightly because it's proof that he's going the way you love.

Kyojuro:

❤️‍🔥My man (Sorry, I missed writing about him😭)

❤️‍🔥Well, getting back to the topic, this man for me would be the type who likes to have you in his lap, riding slowly, his hands holding your hips, moving up to your waist, slow make out, and then his mouth going down to your neck, making you roll your eyes when he starts moving his hips from below, hitting that spot inside you.

❤️‍🔥He likes to explore you, he takes his time, slow caresses but full of love and burning passion that he carries in his heart and in his eyes.

❤️‍🔥He likes to have you close to touch you, to feel your body respond to his touch, to hear your panting breath and your moans, especially when you say his name in such a sweet way that it makes him feel like he's in heaven.

❤️‍🔥He whispers how well you're doing, he tells you not to stop, to be his good girl and to ride him just like that. (Someone call for help, I'm not feeling well😫🥵)

❤️‍🔥He likes it even more when you come apart in this position and moan in his ear, driving him even crazier with desire.

❤️‍🔥He simply loves being close to you, physical touch is sacred and he honors you with every touch.

❤️‍🔥But on the days when he comes "hungry" and it's not for food, he goes for the missionary position, where he can hug your body and fuck you hard at the same time, leaving your legs trembling while whispering in your ear about how good you take him and how he loves how your body responds to his, almost as if you were made for his cock.

Tengen:

🎶Like Sanemi, he also likes to have you all on four, he likes to keep his big hands on your ass while he goes deep, and he's also the type to spank.

🎶But what he really likes is keeping your back against his broad chest, so he tends to pull your hair to pull you closer while he buries himself in you and also pulls your head back to see your face expressing the pleasure he's giving you, which further boosts this man's ego.

🎶He likes to explore your body while you're like that, he likes to keep one hand on your neck but without grabbing too hard, just to keep your head steady, especially if there's a mirror in front, and the other hand travels your body from your breasts, waist down until it reaches your clit, rubbing it frantically until you come.

🎶He also likes it when you ride him. Although he's a dominant most of the time, he loves the view of you from above where he can see everything from your head hanging back and your mouth open moaning, to the way he's completely buried inside you.

🎶And if you take him in a reverse cowgirl, he'll go even crazier just from seeing your ass.

Giyuu:

🌊He's a bit like Kyojuro; he also likes to feel close to you, so he often opts for the classic missionary position so he can have you under him, arching your back and moaning.

🌊He loves feeling your hands on his back, your panting breath, and being on top, he likes to see your face flushed and painted with pleasure with each slow thrust.

🌊He likes to be close so he can kiss, whether on the lips, neck, or even breasts. He likes to hear your heart beat for him, so it's not uncommon to see him with his head between your breasts.

🌊If you close your legs around him when he's about to come, I guarantee he'll come right away. A simple act, but one he loves because it shows him that you want him close and, in this case, inside. (Who doesn't?)

🌊He also likes to go sideways, like you lying on your side with him behind you, but it tends to happen more on slow mornings or when he arrives very tired from a mission but full of desire to have you.

🌊He enters slowly, sliding a hand over your body, from your breasts to between your legs where you hold him tighter in that position.