"Mi alma, you are simply gorgeous," he said as he was looking at your naked body.

His kisses went from your neck to your breast, where he spent some time playing with them. He cupped them as he gave each nipple special treatment, and then moved on to your thighs.

As he kissed you down there, he began to moan as well. His tongue moved in circles around your bud, and over it, he made all sorts of movements just so he could keep hearing you puffing and moaning. You took a fistful of his hair, pressed his face closer to your core, and began to rub your hips all over his face. He was so close that you could feel the vibrations of his own moans. His beard also felt nice over your heated core.

When he inserted two fingers, your grip tightened on both hair and sheets. You rolled your eyes and hips, trying to get more friction.

When he felt you were wet, he stopped and removed his own boxers. Your eyes widdened at the sight of his cock, which was thick, long, and soaked at the top. You knew he was big from the moment you rubbed on him, but you were still surprised at the sight of it.

"Easy, love, I'll go slow. If it hurts, tell me, ok?" He said this as he came on top of you. He suppoerted himself on the elbows. He was looking into your eyes, his gaze so deep that it pierced through your soul. You felt him so close, and you gasped when you felt his tip breaking inside. It stings a little, and you breathe heavily. You dig your nails into his back.

He went slow, he never went with the full length because he wanted you to give you time to adjust. He also began to kiss you again, with the same passion, and he also kept whispering sweet, loving words to your ear. His romantic attitude helped with the pain, and after a few more thrusts, pleasure took its place. It began to feel good—so good that you told him it's fine to increase the pace.

You felt him close, he was listening to your indications, and he knew how to stimulate that spot inside you. Eventually, you felt a familiar pressure in your lower belly, and soon, you were milking him of everything that he had to offer.

He collapsed next to you, pulling you closer to his chest. His big thumb was running circles on your cheek, and the other arm was wrapped around your body. He kept asking if you were alright and if he had done something to hurt you. All these worries took hold of him, and he failed to see how much you enjoyed it, but you showed him when you climbed on top of him for round two.

When he knew that he would be the man to take your virginity, he was very pleased. In his eyes, you were just his property, a useful tool in his arsenal, but that didn't mean he wouldn't take care of you on your special night.

His lips felt like feathers on your skin. His hands moved gently along your curves, grooping the flesh when the kiss got intense.

"On your back," he said almost shyly. His tone was so sweet, so gentle, and so unusual for him.

His lips moved from yours and travled to your neck, giving you soft bites that won't leave marks. His hands moved to your breasts, cupping and massaging them gently.

"Albert," you whispered as he began to rub your nipples with his fingers.

He left your neck and descended further until he reached your breasts. All this time, his lips never left your body, constantly kissing your hot skin, and soon they found your nipples. His tongue twirled around them, going up and down until you were a complete mess down there. He kept on like that until you clearly grabbed his hips and urged him to give you some more friction between your legs.

"Albert, if you keep going like this, I'll cum," you desperately said.

He chuckled but didn't hurry up. He gave both of you nipples one more lazy, long lick before moving on.

"Bastard," you said under your breath.

He finally reached your core, and this is where he finally gives you the attention you want. Two of his fingers enter your hole slowly, as his tongue begins its usual activity on your clit. He moves in perfect rhythm, making you arch your back and call out his name.

You reach out hesitantly to his head, wanting to grab his hair. At first, you gently touched his golden locks, looking for a reaction. Seeing that there is none, you grab a fistful of his hair, but you don't pull hard. Still no reaction, and in fact, he added a third finger, making you gasp. That was the moment when you properly tightened your grip and pulled his hair properly—a moment in which he moans too.

"Are you enjoying this Wesker?" You teased.

"What do you think?" he asked as he pulled out and removed his pants. His cock was thick and long, and it was swollen. His tip was also pretty soaked.

He went on top of you, glued himself to your body, and pushed the first few inches into your cunt. He grunted instantly, as you were so tight. It took every ounce of self-control to not push his dick inside you in one thrust and fuck you sensless. You gasped for air as it began to sting. You dug your nails in his back, leaving small red marks.

Wesker went slow, so slow, and was paying attention to you the whole time. He began to kiss your neck again and also to praise you. You liked when he was being gentle with you, and the more affectionate he'd be, the less it would hurt. Little by little, kiss by kiss, the pain faded, and you began to feel good—so good that you urged him to go faster.

He knew how to rub that spot inside you, and you felt your orgasm approaching.

"Albert..." you started but were cut off instantly by him. He began kissing your lips again, very passionate and almost sloppy.

A few more thrusts, and your cunt was contracting hard around his cock. A few seconds after that, he came as well and filled you to the brim, feeling your belly expand a bit.

When he pulled out, all of that thick cum oozed out of your cunt.

What shocked you was how gentle and caring he was afterwards, but what shocked him more was how fast you climbed on top of him for round two.

He knew it was your first time, so he made sure to clear his schedule so you could get all of his attention.

When you arrived, he poured two glasses of wine and put your favourite movie. You were the one to initiate the foreplay, as you placed a hand on his thigh and squeezed hard enough to make him notice. You noticed how well-toned his leg was when he flexed under your touch.

Then, you moved your hand up until you reached his cock. Yeah, you were feeling brave, especially after those glasses of wine.

He split his legs and allowed you to toy with his growing erection. You felt your legs going weak as you kept massaging his big bulge. You kept thinking, "If he feels this big now, I wonder..." Your thoughts were cut short when you felt two fingers lift your chin. His big, blue eyes were looking at you, admiring your delicate features.

"You are doing great so far," he said with a smirk.

He pressed his lips on yours. The kiss was so gentle and sensual that you felt yourself getting soaked.

He began to undress you, taking time to admire your body. It was like unwrapping a gift.

As you were lying down with your legs spread, his fingers were busy rubbing your clit and his mouth was sucking on your tit. He loved the sweet, sweet sounds that you made, the little moans and puffs, and how you would say his name. You noticed how his cock would twitch every time you said his name.

"Leon..."

another twitch, but this time a small, white bead formed at the tip, which then dropped along the length.

His fingers were moving up and down your bud as his tongue was twirling around your nipple. You gasped when you felt two thick fingers entering you, but it didn't hurt. It felt so good to see how they'd come in and out, and he curled them to stimulate your spot so you could hear angels singing.

"I think you're ready," he said, and he came on top.

The first few thrusts stung a little and made you feel uncomfortable, but he went slow, very slow, so you have time to adjust. He was very careful with you all the time.

When the stinging sensation was fading and pleasure took its place, you told him to pick up the pace, the moment in which he came closer to your body, glueing himself to you, and buring his face at the crook of your neck. He caressed various portions of your flesh by kissing them and occasionally biting you gently. He loved when he was all over you like that, and that showed by how enthusiastic he trhusted his hips.

You dig your nails on his back, leaving small marks that would faint shortly. It was the first time when you felt this full, and as overhwelming as it was, you never wanted him to stop. He also knew how to stimulate that spot inside you, which made your toes curl and caused you to become louder and louder.

"Leon, I..." you said as you felt your orgasm approaching.

"I know, babe, I feel it too."

His cock was throbbing like crazy before entering you, but now it was pure torture, especially since you were so tight. When he felt your cunt contracting around his sore cock, he couldn't control himself anymore. It came instantly, filling you to the brim.

Leon collapsed near you and pulled you into a tight embrace. Between heavy breaths, he asked if you were alright. He was worried about you, and he was also worried if he did something to hurt you. However, his worries began to fade when you asked for a second round.

He wanted to make something special for you. This touch-looking man is actually a softie inside, so he made sure that everything was perfect for your first time. He got vanilla-scented candles, champagne, chocolate, and he even cooked.

You were the one to initiate the act as you began to caress his chest softly. His big arm was wrapped around your body, and he'd stand to mimic your movements. When you felt more courageous, you slid your hand underneath his shirt and started touching his torso, blushing when feeling his toned abs.

One thing led to another, and now Kauser was on top of you, kissing you very passionately. His hands were squeezing your breasts while his tongue was busy capturing yours. He was a good kisser, and he knew how to touch you. That was shown by your actions, as you kept moaning and rolling your hips underneath him, urging him to move on already.

He couldn't help himself and stopped by your breasts to give them a little attention, licking and sucking on those hard nipples. While his mouth was busy with one, the other would pinch and twist your sensitive part, making sure they both got the same appreciation.

"Jack..." you called him, hoping he would get the hint.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away."

He went between your legs and wasted no second. His tongue quickly found your clit and began to circle it relentlessly. He loved the sweet sounds that'd come out of your mouth as they persuaded him into toying with your little cunt all night.

He inserted some fingers inside you just so he could hear you getting louder. He curled them inside you, finding that spot and rubbing it fast enough to make you pant and grab the sheets.

It overwhelmed you already, but you were still a sucker for new sensations.

He came on top of you and glued himself to your body. You got a glimpse of his cock and got a little worried.

"Hey, everything will be fine," he said after noticing your expression. "I'm here all the way. Just tell me if it hurts, and I'll stop, ok?"

You nodded, closed your eyes, and took a deep breath. You felt his lips touching yours, and you wrapped your hands around his neck. The kiss was gentle, not so chaotic as early. It still didn't distract you from the sudden pain you felt when he inserted the first inches. A whelp came out of your lips, and he didn't push further. Instead of going at a slow pace, he kept kissing you, and he told you countless times how good you're doing.

Eventually, after all that praising and slow progress, you began to feel good and demanded he move a little faster.

He knew his ways, and he quickly managed to rub that spot inside you. His thick cock went in and out of your tight cunt at a normal pace now, making you both moan and call each other's names.

"Jack..." You felt your orgasm approaching, so you held tight. You wanted to feel him close, as these new sensations were very overwhelming.

"I know, babe," he said between grunts.

A few more thrusts, and you felt thick, hot shots of his cum filling you up. Calling his name, you let the orgasm wash over you. A white veil lowered over your eyes, your toes curled, and you held him tight. Your walls kept milking him until the very last drop.

He collapsed next to you and pulled you closer to his chest. Krauser kept praising you, saying how good you were and how well you took him. A few worries got to his mind, but they were soon cast aside once you climbed on top of him for round two.

Captain, my captain. This man is so responsible and overprotective, and when he found out that he would soon be the first man to ever take your virginity, he felt like he had such a huge task ahead of him.

He overdid himself with the preparations. He got some expensive wine, cleaned the apartments thoroughly, and prepared a nice playlist.

His touch was so gentle on your body. His hands slid up and down your curves as he kissed you so passionately. He pushed you on the bed and climbed on top of you, his beard tickling your skin.

He started with your neck, then lowered to your breasts, which he massaged the whole time. His fingers would relenttlessly go over your hard nipples, making you arch your hips and meet his erection. His bulge was big, and it made you wonder if he would fit inside.

His tongue circled your nipples a few times before descending again, leaving a trail of kisses on your hot skin. He reached your core, placed your legs over his big shoulders, and began to kiss you again on your lips. Then he parted them, revealing your clit and started sucking it.

Your moans made his cock twitch in his pants, and he felt himself getting soaked.

His tongue and fingers worked hard to make you ready, and when the time came, he removed his boxers and approached you.

"What if..." you began as you parted your legs.

"It will be alright, I'm here."

The first inches sting, and he went very, very slowly. He asked constantly how you were feeling and if you wanted him to stop, but you assured him you're fine.

His body was pressed tight against yours, his fuzzy chest tickling your skin. He was so warm and gentle, and you felt so safe between his big arms. Because you felt so safe with him, you started to enjoy it little by little until you moaned again. You wrapped your legs around his waist and urged him to go faster.

You were both moaning and panting. He was so delighted by how good your tight cunt felt, and your body went numb from how good he felt inside you. The more he rubbed that spot inside you, the faster the pressure in your lower abdomen increased.

"Chris..." you whispered faintly and hugged him tight.

"I know. I feel it too."

In a bit, you cunt kept contracting around his cock, milking him of everything he had to offer. He filled you to the brim, and when he pulled out, some of his semen oozed out.

You didn't notice how your hands were shaking when you pulled up in front of the old house. It was only when you reached for the door to get out of the car that you noticed, and sank back into your seat.

What the hell were you doing here? Thinking it was a good idea to seek out the only person who had any connection to your father.

You hadn't seen Ed in more than ten years since you lived your own life now.

The last time was shortly after your mother died, when he and his family came to the funeral. And then again a few weeks ago at your father's funeral where he had taken you in his arms after he had expressed his condolences to you.

He had given you so much comfort, was the only person in your father's life who had really meant anything to him—apart from you.

And now you were here to find that very person—that very feeling—again.

The cold autumn air blew in your face as you finally got out of the car. Even if you had changed your mind, it was already far too late to turn back.

You stopped in front of the red door of the house and closed your eyes. One last deep breath, then you pressed the doorbell.

It took a few seconds for the door to open and for you to find yourself face to face with Ed. He looked at you in surprise for a moment before he managed to open his mouth. “Y/N?”

“Hi,” you greeted him with a smile and shoved your hands in the pockets of the long skirt that you were wearing.

“What are you doing here? Come in,” he said warmly and stepped to the side to let you inside the house. Almost instantly, you were surrounded by a familiar scent that reminded you of incense with a slight note of cinnamon.

“Sorry for not calling ahead. But I was in town and thought I'd drop by,” you said with a smile and turned to him as he closed the door behind you.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Lorraine and Judy are in town, I think they said something about grocery shopping. Why don’t you sit down, I can make us coffee?” You felt Ed’s hand on your back as he guided you further into the house.

“That sounds lovely, thank you,” you answered, suppressing the shiver his touch sent down your spine.

You and your father had been close—there had been nothing you couldn’t tell him. Well, unless one thing: you had always been in love with Ed Warren. He was the hero of your childhood—from all the stories your father told you about.

And it didn’t matter that he was more than twenty years older than you.

“How are you holding up?” His question snapped you out of your thoughts and you cleared your throat softly while you sat down on one of the chairs in the kitchen.

“I’m fine. Most of the time. But then there are also times when I’m not… I guess that’s part of processing the grief,” you answered him, surprised about your honesty.

Ed, who was just pouring the coffee, turned around to look at you. “You’re very strong, you know that?” he asked before setting the pot back on the counter and taking the two cups in his hands.

“Not everyone can handle the death of a family member as well as you do. As you did twice.” He stopped in front of you and handed you the cup.

When you took it, your fingers brushed against his and your breath hitched at the tingling sensation that the touch sent through your body.

“Sometimes I wish I was a little less stronger,” you murmured more to yourself but—of course—Ed had heard it.

He reached over the table slowly to take your hand, and brushed his thumb over the back of your hand. There were no words needed, you knew what he wanted to say with that.

That you didn’t have to be strong when he was around.

And when he was crouching down in front of you, looking into your eyes with such softness, you couldn’t help yourself.

You fell into his arms, feeling them around your body as he pressed you close against him—little sobs escaping your lips. His hand rubbed in soft circles up and down your back, comforting you as much as he could.

After a few minutes—or longer, you didn’t know—you pulled away from him again, only a little so you could look into his eyes.

You were so close to him you could feel his breath on your skin, drying away the wet strands the tears left behind.

That was when he raised his hands, cupping your face and brushing the tears away from your cheeks with his thumbs. “You’re not alone, sweetheart,” he whispered with such intensity in his eyes that it made your heart flutter in your chest.

You closed your eyes halfway, leaning a little closer so your lips were almost touching his—but unlike you expected, he didn’t pull away. He just continued brushing over your cheek, further down until he reached your lips.

“We… shouldn’t…” you whispered when he grazed your lips with his finger—his touch so tender that you leaned your head longingly into it.

Then he closed the remaining distance and kissed you gently. His lips moved against yours in a perfect way that made you melt against him with a sigh.

He took the opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth, brushing it over your own, eliciting a soft moan from you and—he pulled away.

“You have no idea… how bad I wanted to do this since the last time I saw you,” he muttered, his voice hoarse.

“Ed…” you began but he silenced you with another kiss, stopping the next words to come out of your mouth. “Shhh. Don’t say anything. Just…” Another kiss. “…let it happen.”

With that you wrapped your arms around his neck as your lips met again and he got back to his feet. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you up and turning around so he was the one who was sitting and you stood right before him.

He leaned forward, taking the hem of your skirt between his fingers and pulled it up so you could straddle his lap.

His hands settled on your hips, sliding down to grip your ass, pushing you closer against his body, and you gasped as he pressed his hips up to meet yours—letting you feel how badly he wanted you.

“Oh god, Ed,” you breathed against his mouth and that was all he needed. His grip on you tightened and he stood up, placing you onto the table—positioning himself between your legs.

You felt his hand grazing the inside of your thigh, moving dangerously close to where to wanted him most. And when he finally touched you—one of his fingers gliding through slick heat—you let your head fall back into your neck as you gasped for air.

“You’re so wet” Ed’s lips were on your neck, his hot breath making you shiver and you arched against him. “So wet for me,” he added and let his finger dip between your folds a second time before slowly pushing it inside.

Your fingers found his biceps, trying desperately to find hold on them as he moved the digit inside your pussy and made you moan his name.

His lips were on your neck, sucking at the thin skin right above your pulse point while adding another finger to the first.

You felt your insides clenching when he curled them, hitting your sweet spot. “Fuck, Ed,” you gasped and felt him smile against your skin.

“That’s the plan, sweetheart.” His voice was only a low growl, that rumbled through your body and your hips jerked instinctively up to meet his fingers.

The other hand, that was placed on your hip, found your clit and he rubbed his thumb over it in slow circles.

But that was all you needed.

“I’m gonna…” you started as you felt your orgasm building. But before you could fall over that edge of pure bliss, he withdrew his hands from you, making you whine in disagreement.

“You won’t cum,” Ed said, trying to keep his voice steady while he started to work his pants down. “Not as long as I wasn’t in you.”

You couldn’t protest—even if you wanted to—because he was already pushing your knees further apart. He lined his cock up with your entrance, lips finding yours as he pushed your back onto the table with the weight of his body.

Then, with one rough push of his hips, he buried himself inside your pussy with a sound that almost sounded like a groan while a breathless scream was pressed out of your lungs.

“Fuck…” he hissed against your lips, sucking your bottom lip hungrily into his mouth. “You’re so damn tight.”

You could do nothing more than whimper, the feeling of him stretching your inner walls making you completely senseless beneath him. “Please…”

That was all you could get out of your mouth. And another whimper when he started to move slowly.

“Please what, sweetheart. Use your words,” he nearly purred, voice dripping with lust and he continued to move so slow, it made your head spin.

“Please, fuck me,” you tried again and that was all he wanted to hear. “Good girl,” he praised and began to move faster.

His hands took yours, pulling them up over your head, and holding them in place on your wrists while he was pounding into you.

The sound of the table, screeching over the tiles, was muted by the moans he elicited from you and you hoped desperately that Lorraine and Judy weren’t coming home by now.

But Ed’s lips crashing against yours made you forget these thoughts and you let out another moan. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well, sweetheart,” he growled into your mouth, the sound of it almost enough to make you cum.

He pushed himself up, gripping your hips with such bruising force that you hissed in pain. But it turned into a desperate whine, when his finger touched your clit again, circling it with such precision that you couldn’t hold back longer.

“Ed, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” you tossed your head to the side as the orgasm hit you with such force that you saw white stars behind your closed eyes, your hips moving mindlessly against his.

“Fuck, sweetheart… yeah, cum for me. Looking so pretty when you fall apart only for me…” Ed talked you through it before pushing inside you one last time, and released his hot seed in you with a groan that came from deep down his chest.

It almost felt like heaven.

Breathing heavily, he sank down on your body, completely exhausted, holding you against him for a few moments longer while you came down from your highs.

None of you said a word when he pulled out of you and put his pants back on. Still nothing when he reached out his hands for you, pulling you up but before you could look at him—you woke up from your dream.

You found yourself alone in your bed, trying to control your breathing as the dream was still in your mind, making you press your thighs together.

Your visit at the Warren’s house yesterday was not such a good idea after all—even if it felt good to be around them.

With a heavy sigh you sank back against the pillows and stared at the ceiling.

Some time later you managed to get out of bed and stood in the kitchen of your dad’s house, sipping coffee—completely lost in your thoughts. That dream would definitely not leave your mind so fast.

Only when the sudden sound of your doorbell sounded, you were snapped out of your fantasies. “Coming!” you yelled, making your way to the front door.

You opened the door—maybe with a little too much force—and forgot to breathe for a moment when you saw who your early visitor was.

“Hey,” Ed smiled softly at you. “I was in the neighborhood, thought I’d drop by. I hope you’re not busy?”

And when you let him in, inviting him for a cup of coffee, it felt like you got a little taste of heaven after all.