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In addition, he’s also improved. You’re no longer as surprised by the heavenly smell coming from the kitchen as you would have been in the first year of your relationship.

You watched him from afar for now, stirring something in the pan that you couldn’t quite identify from the smell alone.

Stepping closer, your curiosity got the better of you. But halfway toward him, you noticed the gentle curve of his ass, practically screaming for your attention.

How could you say no to such temptation?

Suddenly, with a new motive in mind, you carefully stepped closer, already grinning from ear to ear.

Of course, he noticed your presence the moment you stepped into the kitchen; however, he waited for you to speak first.

He would have never guessed that the moment you were right behind him, he’d feel a sharp sting on his cheek, followed by a gasp falling from his lips.

Your giggles filled the air as you held your stomach, pure joy rushing through your veins.

It was the funniest thing you’d seen in ages.

The way he gasped and flinched at the sudden contact—and the way he was glaring at you now.

“What’s so funny?” he chuckled, clearly adoring your laughter.

You could only wipe your tears away, smiling at him.

“You’re cute.”

“I am cute?” he countered, wrapping his arms around you and pressing ticklish kisses along your neck and shoulder.

Your laughter continued, only intensifying the moment his fingers joined the fun.

You couldn’t even run from him, as he made sure you had no way out of his hold.

After your pleas finally reached his ears, he let you go.

You stared at each other as your hand lifted to cup his cheek.

Just millimeters before his lips met yours, you realized that the sudden burnt smell in the air was coming from the food sizzling on the stove.

"The food!"

"Shit"

-but it was too late, it's already burnt to a crisp.

"Well..there goes our dinner.."

"Leon Scott Kennedy."

-you ended up ordering takeout in the end.

CHRIS REDFIELD

It felt nice to finally spend some time with Chris.

You opted for a stay-at-home date this time around since the sky had been pouring for days on end.

Nonetheless, that didn’t stop you from enjoying your time together.

Both of you were bundled up on the couch, focused on different things.

You, for instance, were buried nose-deep in the new novel you bought ages ago, finally overcoming your procrastination and giving it a read. So far? You were loving it.

Even though this was supposed to be a date, you were both happy indulging in your quiet time.

However, you’d been so focused on your book that you hadn’t noticed Chris had lost his focus a while ago...

It started with gentle touches on your lower back, his fingertips lightly tracing over your covered skin.

But he grew bolder the less attention he received.

From softly caressing your back to massaging your shoulder blades, he was clearly trying to grab your attention—but it wasn’t enough.

Suddenly, he blocked your view, his hand covering your eyes, and you tutted in response.

He could only grin at your frustrated expression once you finally turned to face him.

“You dick,” you said, putting your book down.

“You could’ve just said something, Chris.”

“But that would’ve been boring,” he chuckled, poking your cheek in response.

You pulled away and got up from on top of him.

He sat up with you. “We were supposed to be on a date,” he said, raising a brow at you.

“Yeah, well… fine. Let’s watch that movie you wanted to see. Grab the snacks, and I’ll get it started.” You were already reaching for the remote on the coffee table in front of you as the screen flickered on.

He stood up. “As you wish.”

And just as he walked past you, your eyes landed perfectly on his very inviting ass...

Oh, and with that, all your frustration faded, leaving you with a burning desire to smack his ass so hard he’d be wincing every time he sat down.

And so you did. Without hesitation, you smacked his cheek—hard enough to make your fingers tingle and your skin turn red.

He yelped, instinctively turning around to face you.

“Hey! What was that for??”

But you were already laughing your ass off.

He chuckled in disbelief, shaking his head.

“Oh, you’ll see!” he said, approaching you. He already stood at an impressive height, but with you sitting down, he loomed over you, casting a shadow that immediately twisted your amusement into something closer to fear.

"No, No, No! Wait! Chris!"

Suddenly, he hauled you over his shoulder, leaving you with no room to move except to flail your arms and legs.

using your disadvantage he immediately spanked your ass in return, already headed towards your bedroom.

"Oh just you wait.." chuckling dangerously, you had no choice but to obey..and who said that you weren't exactly where you wanted to be?

CARLOS OLIVEIRA

It was a regular day in your household. You had just finished the laundry, carrying the basket of freshly washed clothes to the clothing rack.

Meanwhile, Carlos was doing the dishes, humming a song and singing shamelessly to his heart’s content in the kitchen.

You could only shake your head at his antics, smiling to yourself as you began hanging up the clothes.

Working on autopilot, you finished in no time. He seemed to be done around the same time, walking out of the kitchen and spotting you in the living room.

He whistled the moment you bent down to grab the empty basket, making your eyes roll playfully at his reaction.

“You horndog,” you teased.

Laughing at your joke, he dried his hands with the rag still in his grasp, then casually tossed it over his shoulder as he made his way toward you.

However, the moment he reached you, you had already turned to walk away.

With an exaggerated sigh, he stumbled after you, following you around as you placed the empty basket in its spot.

He leaned against the doorframe the moment you turned back, deliberately standing in your way.

You could play along with his little games, or so you thought.

“I still have a few things to get done,” you said, stepping closer until you stood right in front of him.

-You dug your fingers into his chest, trying to push him back—but he wouldn’t budge.

“Give me a kiss, and I might let you through,” he grinned, winking at you.

You playfully rolled your eyes in response. “Instead of holding me back, you could help!”

He groaned, leaning his head into his neck as he moved just enough to let you pass.

Smiling smugly to yourself, you walked past him, glancing over your shoulder to see him distracted—giving you the perfect opportunity.

You spanked his ass, continuing toward your bedroom with a giggle.

“I heard that!”

Hearing his footsteps approaching, you knew he was up to no good.

“But when I do it, you get mad at me,” he complained.

He sighed, taking a seat on your shared bed.

“Yes, exactly,” you hummed in response, folding the finished laundry and sorting it into your dresser.

You heard him sigh repeatedly, and honestly, it was more adorable than annoying. How could anyone guess that such a tall, jacked guy would be such a puppy with his partner?

ALBERT WESKER

Since he had a few days off, he decided to come and stay at your place.

His visit was unexpected—surprising, even. He hadn’t told you he was coming, but that didn’t make you any less excited.

Finally being able to spend your days with him, waking up next to him every morning… it seemed too good to be true.

Yet he insisted he needed to do some paperwork. He’d disappear into your office and work for a couple of hours.

As a reward, he promised to give you his undivided attention for the rest of the evening.

You didn’t complain, but… why would he need to work if he had days off? Why would he come over only to punish you with the cruelty of working instead of spending time with his beloved partner?

Maybe you were overreacting a little.

You stared at the closed office door, contemplating your next move. Checking in on him wouldn’t hurt, right? I mean, he’d been at it for the last three days… maybe annoying him just a little would satisfy the itch you were currently fighting.

So, without further ado, you got up and made him a cup of coffee, using it as an excuse to knock on the door separating you from your lover.

You invited yourself in, taking in the sight of scattered papers littering the desk he’d borrowed.

Stepping closer, you placed the mug on an empty patch amidst the seemingly endless papers, your hands finding his shoulders and applying pressure to his tense muscles.

“Thank you, love.” He lifted the mug to his lips, taking a sip of the steaming coffee.

“Busy much?” you sighed, leaning down to rest your head on his shoulder. “Take a break, pretty pleaseee?”

You watched the wrinkles on his forehead slowly melt away under your loving touch and the sweet, coaxing tone of your voice.

With a sigh, his eyes finally met yours.

“I’m almost finished. Wait just a bit longer for me, can you do that?”

You could only huff in response, unsatisfied with his answer. But no can do. Hesitantly, you moved away, your fingers still lingering on his shoulders.

Sadly, you knew there was no other choice but to oblige to his demands. With another painful sigh, you let go, carefully making your way toward the exit of the room.

With a click, the door closed softly behind you. Well… attempt failed, successfully?

“At least he’s almost done” you thought, making your way over to the couch to wait for him.

Another hour passed with no sign of life from him, and it was starting to get late.

Getting up to prepare dinner, you were stopped midway when he stepped out of the office.

He was holding the now-empty mug, making his way over to you.

You couldn’t stop the smile creeping onto your lips the moment his arms wrapped around you.

“Thank you for waiting,” he murmured against the crown of your head, planting a gentle kiss there.

Your arms wrapped around him, holding him close.

Neither of you said anything for a while, simply soaking in each other’s presence and the calm that came with it.

A spark of mischief flickered inside you, growing like a flame you couldn’t extinguish—until your wicked plans were set into motion.

Announcing your cruel plans with a soft snicker, you suddenly smacked his ass, making sure both of you felt the tingling aftermath.

To your surprise, he barely reacted at first, only tutting disapprovingly—before pulling away to wash the mug still in his hands.

Your head followed him as he left you alone, your jaw dropping playfully.

"Don't just run away!"

"I have to clean this mug."

"You're just embarrassed that you liked it!"

"Don't start spreading foolish lies."

"That's exactly what someone would say who is embarrassed"

"I don't know such words."

"Liar"

He just scuffed in response, watching you stick your tongue out in victory.

+BONUS BASED ON MY WESKER FIC "MY LITTLE MOLE"

You saw it—the perfect opportunity to claim the oh-so-sweet victory you wanted… no, needed.

Slowly, you lifted your hand, ready to strike. He was still distracted with whatever he was doing. This was the perfect chance… and…

Almost… 3… 2… 1—

Your outstretched hand shot forward—

However…

Centimeters before your hand would have hit his beloved cake, you were stopped.

His hand wrapped around your wrist, holding you firmly in his grasp.

With a gasp, you tried to pull away, desperate to free yourself.

“Next time… be a bit quicker, and quieter,” he chuckled, finally releasing you from his iron grip.

Yeah… no. You would not be attempting that again.

yay I finally got this baby out. Honestly I had my fun writing and imaginig these sooo thank you anon for requesting this! Hope it´s how you imagined it, hope you liked it!! and btw if a picture isn´t from the correct game I apologize it´s been rather difficult to find good ones that fit my vision, it´s just for visual purposes!

Hope you enjoyed it^^ divider: @nikkidee -nexxa out

Update: i'm so overwhelmed, it's almost 5am but I am finally finished with all the editing 😭 LIKE EVERYTHING KEPT GOING WRONGG UGH

✧ At first, he suspected you’d overworked yourself and just needed a day of rest. But after that day passed—and you’d only become clingier—he started to worry that something deeper might be behind your odd behavior.

✧ Never once did he consider that it was “just” your period… until the moment you texted him.

✧ Well, that definitely explained a lot.

✧ He never would’ve thought he’d end up worrying over some stupid pads...but here he is, contemplating what to do next.

✧ Of course he couldn’t just ignore the message.

✧ You never noticed him leaving, but you could care less. About twenty minutes later, he returned with a variety of pads and the tea you’d requested.

You sat up the moment he walked into the room, your eyes widening at the five different packages of pads you’d asked for—each from a different brand, some with wings and some without.

A tiny chuckle fell from your lips as you took the tea cup from his hands.

“Is there an issue?” he asked, simply taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“No, no,” you shook your head, smiling.

“It’s just.." you started, "..I only needed one pack, not five.” Another snicker fell from your lips as you got up, placing your mug on the bedside table.

“Thank you so much.” With a kiss on his cheek, you took the pads and waddled to the bathroom.

He was still there when you came back.

“Aren’t you busy with work?”

Crawling back into bed, you made yourself all nice and cozy..only to your surprise, he made himself comfortable beside you.

Since he was rarely the first to show affection, you happily snuggled against him, enjoying every second of it. After a moment of silence, he spoke up again: “Are you feeling very uncomfortable?”

You thought about it. Yes—you were still in pain, and your body was aching, but with him by your side, you felt more at ease. So you responded with a simple shake of your head. “It’s better now.”

✧ That was enough to make him relax a little more, gently running his hand up and down your arm.

✧ It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, and he could only stare at the mug of tea as it slowly got colder and colder.

“Why did I make this again?”

✧ But seeing your restful face and relaxed body was enough to satisfy him for now—staying just a little longer by your side so he wouldn’t accidentally wake you up.

BONUS

-> from your POV

You’re anything but naive. You knew what you signed up for the moment you heard his voice whisper against the shell of your ear.

Even if you’d only be a pawn in Wesker’s world—the promises of the new one he’d create sparked a hint of hope in you.

He soon came to realize that you weren’t just a part of his plan he could manipulate to get the results he wanted. You’d been wicked all along.

You couldn’t even recognize your old self anymore. You’d become what you feared most, yet you felt more alive than you ever had.

Playing along with Chris’s plans, you’d been toying with their emotions all along. In no time, you’d earned trust among your colleagues so quick and so convincing, willing to sacrifice yourself at any moment.

Well… that’s what they wanted to believe. What you made them believe.

Your persona had been nothing but coy throughout it all. But every step you took didn’t bring remorse. It brought clarity. Confidence. Superiority.

From the beginning, he knew you were different. He saw you as his equal—the perfect match, the perfect pair to rule this wicked world together.

They said the first time you met was an accident. But in his plans, there are no accidents.

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“You’re quite… extraordinary, aren’t you?” Wesker said as he approached you. He wasn’t the type to drag his feet across the floor—his footsteps were clear, measured, full of intent.

Your heart pounded against your ribcage, but you didn’t back down. No. You knew that you had to earn your place if you truly wanted to push through.

“Repeat what you said.”

“I’d do anything to join you and your plans, Wesker.”

His fingers brushed across your jaw as his hand suddenly tightened around your chin, pulling your face up so he could meet your gaze.

You still remembered it as clearly as day—the subtle grin that followed once your words fell from your trembling lips.

And from that moment on, you reported back every detail of crucial information you could gather. No one even questioned your disappearances, now and then. Not when you were so deeply trusted—especially by Chris, which gave you the perfect position to stay undercover.

But those little meetings of reporting information back to Wesker became something more.. personal with every time.

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"Ohh..! Fuck!! Right there!" you moaned, hiding your flushed face behind the back of your hand.

"Right here?" He teased back, a dark rasp escaping him once your walls flutter around the base of his cock. He had your wrists crossed behind your back– your upper body pressed tightly against the smooth surface of his desk.

The light of his wall of screens lit up the dark room just enough to highlight your glistening skin.

What started with exchanging trivial information soon became a mess of scattered clothes and skin smushed against skin.

You continued to moan, every thrust brushing against your most deepest, and most sensitive spots. You could barely think straight anymore, surrendering your body and mind to the man behind you..

Bzz

Bzz

Your phone buzzed, two incoming messages from Chris. You read them through your peripheral vision

"Hey saw that you were gone"

"Are you alright? Where are you?"

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head once Weskers plunges back into you– your hips already bruised from the continues friction against the harsh edge of his desk.

Bzzzz

Incoming Call

Oh..fuck. Why would he call you? Should you answer? What is the risk if you didn´t? You ignored it, arching your back to meet Wesker´s thrusts halfway with your rapidly approaching climax. Until..he suddenly came to a stop.

"You should answer that, wouldn't want him to get suspicious, don't we?" His low chuckle cut through the moist, sex smelling air as his hand reaches out for your phone, answering for you and pressing it right against your ear.

Your wrists are still bound by his huge hand pinning you down with no chance but to listen to him.

"–y/n? Where are you? We got worried since you disappeared out of nowhere" You could hear Chris’s voice through the speaker, and you could only imagine the scratching in the background—him rubbing his chin the way he always did when he showed concern.

You seemed to be the only one who’d noticed that habit.

"Y..Yeah uh.. I'm outside, needed some air" your mind is blank– the stretch of Weskers thick cock stealing every once of sanity out of you.

"Okay.." he spoke, silence hanging in the air for a brief moment. You bit your lip to suppress any moans threatening to spill out, your face contorted in pleasure as you internally beg the gods above to end this call as soon as possible.

"Well we kinda noticed that you're, how do I say this.." he thinks for a moment and you thought that you're in the clear..until Wesker suddenly continued his harsh pace from before. Before you could realize a breathy moan of yours ripped through the silence..eyes widening in shock as you stare at your phone, praying that Chris didn't hear it.

"What was that? We'll..talk when you're back." "I j- jus–" you couldn't even answer before Wesker ended the call, tossing your phone aside with little to no care in the world.

"Y..You bastard!" You hissed through gritted teeth, whining loudly as your climax followed. He followed with a quiet grunt, both of you panting, your body slumping against his desk.

His hand slowly let go of your wrist, tilting your head to the side as his thumb swipes across your bloody lip, pushing it right into your mouth.

"You're sick.." you muffled, mindlessly sucking your own blood off his thumb "likewise" he grinned back, giving your ass a final spank.

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.

And now you’re standing in front of Chris, both of your guns aimed at each other.

“He manipulated you! Drop the gun now, y/n, and there won’t be any consequences.”

It’s too late already—you made up your mind a long time ago.

That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. Thinking back on all the things you’d done behind their backs, this final stunt should’ve been the easiest of them all…

But a very small percentage in you is still uncertain..maybe it is the little empathy you have left? You don't know anymore..and neither did you care. You already gave up everything for this plan, it can't fail now.

"Don't move." You declare back, steading your fingers. Your gun is still pointed between his eyes, slowly stepping back...You watch Chris's expression twist from concern to betrayal and lastly.. anger. Watching his muscles tense up— a sharp click echoing through the empty room.

You turn around to walk towards your lover, his hand extended for you to take. Yet before you could react a loud bang shot through the air. Your eyes widen in realization, your body and mind freezing up before the severity of the situation hits you.

But before the bullet could hit you, you felt Wesker’s arms wrap tightly around you—then, with a blink of an eye, you smoothly landed a meter to the side.

Your head snapped back to Chris as you pulled your own gun up again, ready to fire.

“No need for that, my love…” His palm pressed against the barrel of your handgun, lowering it from your tight, trembling grip. You didn’t even notice the sweat on your palms until you began to relax your hold.

"You.." Chris started, eyebrows furrowing at the sight of wesker.

"..You've" he continued, uncertainty coating his words. You stare back at him with nothing but cruel coldness reflecting in your eyes.

Weskers arm is still draped around your waist, pulling you flushly against his side.

"Let's not waste anymore time with such trivial matters..I'll see you again, Chris Redfield.

And in a blink of an eye you both disappear.

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"Come here, darling" Wesker's voice broke the silence, the rhythmatic tapping of his fingers against his thigh inviting you to take a seat. You oblige, making your way over.

With every step you took you're reminded of the gravity of the situation you put yourself into. Chris's eyes are still burnt into your mind– the expression of cruel betrayal.

Since when did you become this selfish?

You placed yourself in between Wesker's thighs, taking a seat on his thigh. You felt his hand slither up your neck and jaw, turning your face to the side to face him.

"So obedient, you did just as I told you to" your throat suddenly dried up, staring back at him silently.

"I know, I know" his huge palm cupped your cheek, his sudden affection catching you off guard.

"Don't you think you deserve a little..reward?" He leaned in closer, his lips brushing over your cheekbone headed towards your ear.

"You've made the right decision, now forget them" he whispered into your ear. You felt your face heat up from the steam of his breath hitting the shell of your ear. Simultaneously his hand slid down your neck to wrap around your throat.

The gentle pressure of his fingers against your pulse point, the sweet nothings whispered into your ear... by now your body was reacting before your mind could catch up.

You reopen your eyes to look at him again, a daring grin spreading across your lips.

"Make me forget them."

he rasped a low chuckles, your face heating up in response, but you're not one to back down. Every word you told him was nothing but the utter truth. Lying to him was impossible anyways.

"If you insist."

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you further into his lap and his lips finally found yours.

You wasted no time to kiss him back, your hands instinctively reaching out to hold onto him. From cupping his jaw to slipping into his hair, only to pull him even closer.

It seemed as if the world stopped spinning the moment your lips were on his. It felt like your heart is about to burst out of your chest any moment from now, that's when you felt a sharp sting that made you gasp.

That smooth bastard decided to pinch your ass to invite his tongue into your mouth. But who were you to disobey even his silent orders?

Your tongue's brush against eachother, exploring eachother's mouths until the both of you are panting against each other. You let yourself go, melting into his touch and allowing him to lead you into blissful euphoria.

Moments pass before you finally pull away from eachother — a string of saliva connecting your lips.

Before you could argue he stood up, holding you securely in his arms as your legs instinctively wrap around his torso.

He's already holding up to his words, the events of earlier already long forgotten.

With your arms wrapped around his neck you continued to make out, barely registering the fact that you've made it into his bedroom. Or that's what it seemed like.

Just as you'd imagined it there was barely anything in his room besides the necessities; a bed, a closet and an empty desk.

He handled you with utter most care as your back hit the mattress, his body now looming over yours.

He takes up every one of your senses. His touch exploring you and taking his sweet time to undress you, savoring every single second of it to the surprising warmth of his body— a contrast to his usual iciness.

The scent of him filled your nostrils, fueling your eagerness to finally fulfill you.

You took the opportunity to help him, peeling layer of layer of his body until the both of you are in underwear.

"You're beautiful" his hand cups your jaw, thumb brushing across your lip.

"My little mole.." he chuckled at the nickname, his raspy voice seeping into your brain like venom.

"Only yours" you respond, afraid that your voice might expose how desperate you are for him and his touch but he already knew. He always knew everything. He knew you like the back of his hand before you even realized it.

"I know" and with that he suddenly flipped you over, making you instinctively press your hips against his.

a low hum in satisfaction escaped him at your slow grinds. You felt shivers run down your back at the feeling of his palm coming in contact with your barely covered ass, shamelessly kneading your flesh and giving you gentle spank.

"Mhh" you huffed, eyes rolling back once his lips found your skin once again. He started at the base of your nape, spreading kisses along your neck, shoulders.. moving lower and lower.

While his mouth is busy he takes the chance to give your hips a squeeze, guiding your slow grinds against him. "Take what I give you.." he speaks through his teeth, your eyes widening once you realize what he's doing.

The next second your bra is pulled off, taking the initiative to move his hands over your freshly exposed skin.

you couldn't help but moan out loud, his fingers teasingly brushing over your sensitive nipples– tweaking and pulling until you're squirming against him.

His weight against you makes you feel even dizzier than you're already feeling, pleasure clouding your mind and fogging up all of your senses. He doesn't even allow you to form a single thought about Chris or the others you betrayed, instead he's filling your mind, soul and body with only him.

He's like a drug you can't crawl away from– relapsing on the oh so sweet temptations over and over until your mind goes numb.

You couldn't care less if this was temporary or worse, if he only used you to his advantage. You're too caught up in the moment and him that all of those thoughts flush straight through your system.

You snap out of your trance the moment his finger loops into the waistband of your panties, letting the elastic snap back into place and leaving your skin reddening under the gentle sting.

Finally you work up the courage to face him, tilting your head to the side to get a glimpse of his expression.

His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration or is it from holding himself back? You couldn't read him no matter how hard you tried.

"Please.. stop the teasing." you manage to mumble beneath your breath, biting your lip to contain any unwanted sounds from falling of your lips.

"Oh dear, you call this teasing? I told you to take everything I give you and ypu better be grateful for it."

"I am just..please—"

"Please what? Use your words." he pushes your underwear aside as you jolt as pleasure surges through your body. His fingers delicately move along your slit, carefully pushing past your folds to draw lazy circles against your clit.

Yet all you could do was to moan in response, eyes fluttering shut at the sudden bliss you're feeling.

The pleasure only lasted that long. You were ready to curse him out to continue.

"I don't repeat myself, dear."

Fuckk that bastard is too smooth. He steals the words right out of your mouth just to tease you about your helpless state. As much as you want to strangle him you know just how to get under his skin.

"Just fuck me already, you scared that I can't handle you?" You smile back at him, noticing the small crack in his expression.

"I wouldn't have chosen you as my mole if I weren't sure that you could handle me." He reached his hand over, hovering right beneath your mouth.

You spit into his hand, earning a content hum from him. Your heart is pounding against your chest as the heat in your body rises, shaking in anticipation of what's about to happen.

Your eyes shut, focusing on his usual composed breathing turning heavier as time goes on.

An instinctive moan drags out of your throat the moment you felt the head of his cock rubbing along your soaked cunt.

Your fingers tangle in the bedsheets in search for any type of support. He slowly eased himself inside of you, inch after inch disappearing deep inside of you.

The stretch has your eyes rolling back, hissing at the slight stinging but the pain melts into pleasure faster than usually. Usually he's not to type to take his time, selfishly pounding into you and letting his pent up frustration out on your poor hips, but you're not one to complain, especially when you felt this good.

He picks up a decent pace after a few second, the rhythmatic stroking of his cock against your walls sending wave after wave of buzzing thrill rippling through your body. You could barely hold back your moans and whimpers, not until his strokes became meaner and deeper. It feels like every time he gets bigger and bigger, or maybe your body just hasn't gotten used to his size yet? Either way you hoped that every time with him felt like this. The challenge of taking him whole followed by the sweet relish of the stretch.

His lips ghost over your shoulder, with his closure you could hear every oh so little gasp of air and every curse he's mumbling underneath his shaky breath. Something inside of you swells with pride at the thought that you're the only one that gets to see and feel this side of him.

"Ah...sucking me in so greedily, mh..proving how good you are at taking my orders, darling." He ended his words with an extra hard thrust. His cock slides in and out of you with ease, the friction and your wetness frothing at the base of his dick.

He surely enjoyed the sight of you with your ass up in the air, skin recoiling with every thrust and the way he sinks inside of you over and over again. He hates to admit it but you're able to make him lose his composure in the best way possible. All he could think about in this moment is the way you walls clamp around him once he targets that one spot that has you seeing stars.

"Mh–! Ri–gh th–"

"Right here?" With a louder moan than before you responded to him, nodding mindlessly. And he continued to abuse your sensitive spot, making your legs quiver as the pleasure works up.

Not long after you feel your impending orgasm keeping you on the edge. Just a little more and you'll tip over and sink into the endless depths of raw heaven. Eventually his hips grow sloppier, cursing loudly as his hands fly to your hips. Pulling your hips back against him and driving hips forward at the same time.

The sound of skin slapping against skin, the nasty squelch of your drooling cunt and your shared panting filled the lifeless room. Your moans bounce of the walls as your climax comes crashing down on you as reality seems to collapse for a brief moment.

"Just like that, good girl, make a mess all over my cock" you whimpered in response, coming back to earth after your mind blowing orgasm. His sticky release oozes out of your overstuffed cunt the moment he pulls out of you.

You collapse onto the bed, unable to hold yourself up for any longer. His hand moved across your skin, tracing an invisible line up your body. It felt like a silent promise to keep you safe after you earned your place beside him, a reminder of how much you trust him.

For a brief second he stayed silent, admiring you in a way he never thought was possible.

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You lie in his arms, fast asleep. Of course it wasn't the last time you came that night because one thing you can take seriously are his words to you. Needless to say you were completely knocked out by the end of the night, sleeping peacefully.

His fingers ghosted across your resting face, hesitant..as if you're as fragile as a porcelain doll. When did allow himself to feel like this? Did he get too soft over time? But strangely he felt the most at ease with you safely wrapped in his arms. He chuckled quietly, staring at the ceiling above and thinking "What are you doing to me, mole."

Hopefully it's not too ass😭!! Again my first time writing or even knowing about them so it was definitely a challenge to figure out how they'd text/ flirt with their partner. However I hope it's good enough for now🫶

+BONUS!!

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You're lying against his chest, reading a book when suddenly you feel a little kick against your stomach. You gasp loudly, dropping the book into your lap. Your poor, overworked husband, resting with his eyes closed, immediately shoots them open—ready to fight any threat that might find its way into his sacred home.

But there you are, healthy and grinning as if you just won the lottery.

He relaxes after realizing there’s no actual threat, his hands finding their way to your stomach protectively.

“She kicked! Did you see that?” He only hummed in response, kissing your neck with a smile. Just before you could nag him for lying to you, you felt another kick.

It's as if she knew exactly where his hands were, stomping right into his palm.

“There! Again, did you feel that?” You smile, tilting your head back to catch a glimpse of his reaction.

“I did, that’s for sure.” His hands rubbed your skin, both of you already entranced by your little baby girl.

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⌯⁍ He supports you as much as he can. Have a specific craving at 3 AM?He’s already on his feet, making sure you’re happy and satisfied.

⌯⁍ Whenever he comes back from missions, he loves to hear about how your days have been, enjoying every update you share with him. Yes, he even looks up how big the baby is in terms of fruits.

⌯⁍ You feel bad seeing him take care of you, even though he has dark circles under his eyes and exhaustion is catching up to him. But comforting you, massaging your aches away, and loving you is exactly what he needs after an especially rough mission.

NSFW- MDNI

⌯⁍ He was the first to notice the changes your body went through.

⌯⁍ His hands find their way to your chest, insisting that a little massage would help with the tenderness of your breasts.

⌯⁍ In reality, he noticed how much more sensitive you’ve become.

⌯⁍ Yet you’re not so innocent either; you constantly find excuses for closeness. Even if it’s just kissing him, you can’t help it. You can’t decipher if it’s your hormones, but something has changed, and you just can’t keep your hands off your husband anymore.

⌯⁍ Whether it’s sneaking kisses as you walk by, touching his toned arms, or feeling the rough pads of his fingers pressed against your skin, you want him around at all times.

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You heard the shower running as you finished cleaning the dishes from dinner just moments prior. Insisting that he should relax, you took over the cleaning since he had done most of the work anyway.

Your thoughts were distracted for a while, mindlessly scrubbing the dirty dishes until a little lightbulb went off in your head. Conveniently, you also needed a shower—and your husband's loving touch. With a small smirk, you loaded the dishwasher, immediately following the muffled sounds of the shower seeping through the bathroom door.

With a gentle knock, you opened the door, stepping inside as a cloud of warm, moist air engulfed you. The smell of his shampoo flooded your nostrils.

The heat in the pit of your stomach flickered at the thought of what lay behind the fogged-up glass of the shower. Lost in thought, your husband swiped his hand across the smooth surface, creating a small window to look at you.

"Everything alright?" His voice echoed through the shower, leaving you flushed with embarrassment at your helpless state.

Nonetheless, you were determined—slowly stripping out of your clothes to open the shower door, snuggling your body against his muscular back.

He looked over his shoulder with a smile, turning his body around to face yours. Without a second thought, you stood on your tiptoes to give him a kiss. His arms snaked around your waist to pull you closer—your pregnant belly getting in the way, but he didn’t mind; in fact, it was the opposite.

One thing leads to another, and soon your back is pressed against his hard chest—his hands massaging your tender breasts, rows of moans slipping past your lips.

His fingers clamp around your sensitive nipples, teasingly tugging and toying with your chest. You lean your head back against his shoulder, the steaming water relaxing your body and making the moment even more erotic than it already is.

His heavy cock presses against your lower back, his hips grinding helplessly against you in search of any sort of friction.

A low, guttural moan is muffled as his lips press against your neck.

"Let me help you," you rasp breathlessly, soft fingertips tracing the muscles up his thigh. His hand wraps around your wrist before you could reach him, another huff escaping from the man behind you.

"No," he ordered, your expression faltering in protest.

"Please– Leon..you also deserve rest, I'm not fragile..I want to.." feeling his grip on your wrist getting looser until he completely let go you immediately hum in relief, guiding your hand to his inner thigh, teasingly brushing against his most sensitive spots. Because of your closure you could hear every little gasp for air, every small sound he struggles to maintain, slipping past his lips like an avid declaration of his love for you.

You wrap your hand around his base, giving his cock a gentle squeeze before moving your hand along his length. You felt him melting against you, his hand slipping away from your chest and further south.

You could feel your own breathing quickening as his fingers teasingly brushed against your clit. Your body gave into the waves of pleasure strumming through your body, your hand quickening in reaction to your own pleasure.

responding to your bodies reaction Leon continued– moving his fingers along your folds to prod his fingers against your pulsing hole. His thumb pressed against your bundle of nerves, your thighs clamping around his hand at the overwhelming pleasure.

Today you've felt extra sensitive with the longing that controlled your mind all day– wishing that he'd just bent you over and take you anytime and anywhere. It is truly not easy to have such a sexy and attractive man as your husband.

His fingers push into you, curling against the spot deep within you that had you seeing stars in a matter of seconds.

Moans and shamelessly whimpers bounce off the shower walls as your searing high approaches.

You speed the movements of your hand up to match the speed of his fingers thrusting in and out of you– until your vision blinding orgasm ripples through your body like a storm.

You're panting, leaning against him in exhaustion as you felt his sticky release coat your lower back along with your hand.

Both of you take a moment to breathe and take eachother in. Lips brush against your cheekbone, a smile resting on your lips as you whisper a thank you.

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After some time, you made it to the bedroom—a bowl of ice cream sitting in front of you as your lovely husband returned with the pickles you requested.

“Thank you so much! I love you!” You took the pickles to dip them into the slightly melted ice cream. He simply shook his head and sat down beside you, pulling you into his strong arms.

“I love you too,” he spoke into the crown of your head, placing a kiss there.

“Wanna try?”

“I’m not hungry right now.”

“Just a bite!”

He simply chuckled, his hand resting on top of your belly, gently stroking your smooth skin the way he always did when you cuddled.

With your panties pushed aside, your fingertips rub frantically against your clit, attempting to soothe the ache settling in the pit of your stomach. The issue? Nothing could replace her touch. Nothing could ever get you off as much as she could. Frustration took over, and you let out a deep sigh in response.

You try straddling your pillow next, grinding your cunt against the plush cushion between your thighs. It felt like hours passed, and you were still needy, desperate, and soaking wet.

You had no choice but to give up for now, deciding to wait until she came back.

You hear the front door unlocking, followed by the creaking of the hardwood floor.

"I'm home, angel," her voice rings through your shared apartment, breaking the deafening silence of your suffering. You waste no time, immediately following her voice to find her at the front door, peeling off her jacket.

You pulled her into a hug, taking a deep inhale—the scent of cigarettes and her signature perfume clinging to her skin.

"I missed you," you purr against her skin, placing soft kisses on her jaw and neck. She chuckles deeply in response, "I haven't even arrived yet, and you're stuck to me like a piece of gum?" You involuntarily pull back before you lose control.

Her fingertips ghost over your cheekbone, tracing an invisible line toward your jaw. Her touch is electrifying, only intensifying the desperate state you're in.

She tilts your chin upward to meet your lust-drunken gaze. You're unable to read her expression, your eyes nervously darting between hers to decipher her thoughts—but it’s of no use. Even after dating for God knows how long, in moments like these, she turns into a mystery for you. You can feel your heart pounding against your ribcage, almost as if it's begging to be heard..to be noticed by her to end your cruel suffering.

"Oh, poor baby, have you been so needy for me all day?" A sadistic smile creeps onto her face, her teasing demeanor a brutal reminder of the unbearable, long hours without her earlier. "Speak up, angel."

A whimper seeps through your parted lips as her hand comes up to cup your face. "Yes, all day... nothing helped." Your hand wraps around her wrist, wet kisses leading from her palm up to the inside of her wrist.

"Then let me take care of you..." She leans in, and you meet her halfway, crashing your lips against hers. Her hands move to your waist, then to the curve of your back, and finally to your ass—squeezing and kneading your soft flesh. You moan against her lips, your hectic hands working to undress her..

You're straddling her thigh, completely bare in front of your girlfriend. She, on the other hand, is in her underwear, wearing the beautiful black lace you adore so much.

Her lips part to inhale the smoke from the cigarette stuck between her fingers. She moves her head to the side to exhale a heavy sigh, the smoke slowly leaving her lungs.

As much as you hate her smoking for her own health... God, why did she have to look so hot doing it? You couldn't possibly feel any more aroused; your hips roll instinctively against her thigh.

"Good girl, work for it, angel... show me how much you need it." A whimper rumbles through your chest at her comment, her thigh already soaked from your wetness. Her free hand rests lazily on your hips, grounding you against her. Despite that, she’s not giving you the attention you want.

Your hips speed up, the friction against your clit sending your brain into overdrive. Your head is thrown back as your orgasm approaches, your feverish cries the only thing filling the silence besides the obvious squelching of your cunt with each roll of your hips.

You are lost in a place that can only be described as paradise—pleasure surging through your bones like bolts of electricity. Your thighs are on fire, your knees hurting, but you can't bring yourself to stop, not when you’re this close to soaking her thigh with your release.

She looked so sexy, the lace hugging her chest in a way that makes you drool every time. She takes a final drag, reaching her hand out to the ashtray on the bedside table to put the cigarette out. As she releases the last puff of smoke, her head tilts back, giving you the excess you’ve been searching for.

You stop your movements just before your climax, scooting closer to press your knee against her heat as your lips feverishly decorate her pale skin with open-mouthed kisses. She breaks her silence with a groan, her hips instinctively starting to grind against you.

Holding yourself up with a hand on her thigh, you continue your maddening pace. You can't recognize yourself, straddling her thigh and rutting against her almost animalistically.

"Mh, yes, come for me—fuck... yeah, get yourself off on me, angel." She swallows harshly, rows of small gasps, quiet whimpers, and moans falling from her lips.

With a final roll of your hips, you fall apart right in front of her, writhing and moaning as your violent orgasm rips through your body, leaving a sticky mess between your thighs.

"Just like that, good girl," she rasps through gritted teeth, her head falling back with another moan. She is close; the sight of you getting yourself off on her and the feeling of her soaked thigh is enough to bring her close to her own release.

You're still panting, leaning in to chase her lips in a lustful daze, your fingers slipping into her panties to rub tight circles against her clit.

Her legs part invitingly with a grind of her hips, inviting your touch. A string of saliva connects your lips when you pull away—her face is scrunched up in pleasure, eyebrows arched like the curve of her back as she feverishly chases her orgasm.

You're both a panting mess. Her thighs clamp around your hand during her orgasm, her head tilting forward, her hair covering her face. You pull your hand away, squeezing her hip lovingly as you both calm down from your intense orgasms.

She finally dares to look up, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, baby hairs sticking to her sweat-covered forehead.

Before you can even realize what’s happening, she's hovering above you, her fingers finding their way to your puffy, overly sensitive folds.

"Mh, don't think we are done here..." she chuckles wickedly, finding your swollen lips once more.

"I never thought we were." Smiling against her lips, you pull her in...

Today is one of those days. Instead of going out, you decided to stay in.

…But that doesn’t mean you couldn’t try something new.

Her gaze is focused on the mug on the table in front of her, using a brush to delicately paint ornaments onto the ceramic. Honestly? She lost interest in her masterpiece five minutes ago. Her eyes drift to your features — the soft smile on your face, the gentle crease on your forehead as your eyebrows knit together in concentration, but at the same time your relaxed expression.

She exhales softly and drops her brush. “I’m ready. How long do you need?” She leans forward, propping her head up on her hands — careful not to ruin the piece set in front of her.

“Almost — and… done!” you say, finally looking up and proudly placing your mug down in front of you.

“You go first,” you add, sitting up in excitement.

“If that’s what my girlfriend desires…” she replies, turning her mug around to show off her creation.

In the center of the mug, she painted a slightly clumsy attempt at the two of you. She’s kissing your cheek, highlighted with two brushstrokes symbolizing her lips. Surrounding the doodle is a pink heart. She scattered little dots across the empty ceramic, filling the space as much as she could.

You gasp, a wide grin spreading across your face.

“Oh, Claire, that’s so adorable! It’ll be my favorite mug from now on,” you chirp, already excited to use it later.

The tips of her ears turn just as bright red as her favorite leather jacket at your compliment.

“Your turn,” she says, breaking the brief silence as her attention shifts back to you. You smile and proudly show off your work. “And that sea turtle symbolizes you. I’m the seagull.”

“Why am I a turtle and you a seagull?” she laughs, leaning closer to you.

“Because I said so.”

“But I want to be the seagull—”

“Nope! You’re already the turtle. You can’t be both.”

“You are cruel…” she murmurs before closing the distance between you, placing a loving kiss against your lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you more, Claire.”

JILL VALENTINE—˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪

You and Jill wanted to spend the day relaxing. Sometimes, it’s enough to simply enjoy each other’s presence.

You both agreed to stay home this time — exhausted from work, craving nothing but each other’s closeness without any extra effort. That’s how you ended up on the couch with her, halfway through the movie marathon you planned at the last minute.

Snacks sprawl across the small table in front of you, two empty wine glasses reflecting the flickering light of the blaring TV.

Your eyelids grow heavier with each passing second, only moments away from drifting into a deep slumber — until her voice pulls you out of your half-trance.

“So much for, ‘Jill, we have to finish every movie!’” she mocks, exaggerating your tone as her fingers brush a strand of hair behind your ear. You mumble a half-hearted excuse, snuggling closer against her.

She wouldn’t admit it out loud, but moments like these were her favorite — the raw, unfiltered love and trust you gave her so freely.

Jill’s fingers stroke your cheek, tracing an invisible line along your cheekbone. Without opening your eyes, you wrap your hand around her wrist and press a soft kiss into her palm.

“Jill?” you whisper, finally opening your eyes to look up at her.

Her hand leaves your waist with a gentle squeeze as she smiles down at your sleepy, tousled face. She brushes your hair aside, her blue eyes roaming over your features. She looks at you with pure love, unable to hide the softness in her expression.

“Yes, baby?”

You nuzzle your cheek against her palm, pressing another lingering kiss to her skin.

“I love you.”

Her expression softens even more as she suddenly pulls you closer. You gasp, playfully hitting her shoulder, but before you can protest, she presses her lips against yours.

You share a long kiss filled with love and adoration, making your heart skip and butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“I love you more. I wouldn’t know what I’d do without you.”

A content hum escapes you as you waste no time cupping her cheeks and pulling her into another kiss.

“Mm… since when can you be so romantic, Jill?”

“Since I decided to,” she replies, ending your teasing with a playful slap against your ass.

Oh, she surely loved you — every single inch of you.

ASHLEY GRAHAM── .✦ 𔓘

You and your girlfriend Ashley are sitting together on your shared king-sized bed. "It’s cold," you hum, letting her apply the same facial mask to your skin that she was wearing.

Your eyes are closed, but you can still hear the smile in her voice. Her fingers smoothly work on your face, massaging the mask into your skin in the process.

Smiling at her cute antics, you respond, "Feels good."

"Don’t smile! You’re moving the mask!" she giggles, cupping your cheeks.

"I apologize," you muster your best poker face, earning a chuckle from her. Your eyes remain closed until you feel her lips against yours. Instinctively, you pull her closer, your hands reaching for her waist.

Finally, you open your eyes as laughter erupts from the depths of your chest. "You scold me, but your own mask shifted!" You reach out to smooth it out for her, earning another soft giggle.

You sit in comfortable silence for a minute, enjoying each other's company. Taking the chance to look at your girlfriend, you admire how the corners of her mouth are pulled up into a smile, her beautiful blue eyes glistening in the low light of the room.

"You’re staring..." Caught off guard, you turn your gaze away, the tips of your ears heating up. "How cute." Her hand teasingly rests on your thigh, squeezing your flesh as her fingernails dig crescent indents into your skin. Instead of responding, you lean in to kiss her, cupping her jaw to deepen the kiss.

The face masks are long forgotten the moment your back hits the mattress. Your hands explore each other, lips clashing in a mess of saliva and heavy breaths.

"Wait—the masks—"

"You seriously care about that right now?" you ask. Slipping a finger into the loop of your necklace, teasingly tugging at the jewelry decorating your neck, she finally responds. "...No." She crawls onto your lap, cupping your cheeks to pull you into another make-out session.

Needless to say, your skin isn’t glowing just because of the skincare later that night.

ADA WONG── .✦

Your relationship with Ada was a bit… extraordinary, as you liked to call it.

She didn’t come home to you every night. She came and went like a cat; never staying too long, never getting too comfortable. You loved her nonetheless. Not that you really had a choice, even if you’d wanted one.

Thankfully, tonight is one of those rare nights when she returns home to you.

You’re standing in the kitchen, preparing dinner for yourself, when you feel arms sneak around your waist. You hadn’t even noticed her presence.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come home earlier,” she whispers against your skin, pressing a soft kiss there in apology.

A gasp escapes you, your heart skipping at the small scare.

“You have to stop sneaking up on me,” you murmur, abandoning the soup simmering on the stove as you lean back into her touch. Her hands settle on your waist, giving you a gentle squeeze. Suddenly, your hunger isn’t just lingering in your stomach anymore. A different kind of craving settles low in your body.

You finally turn around to face her.

She looks the same as she did the last time you saw her — poised, composed — yet a faint flicker of exhaustion lingers in her expression.

Now it’s your turn to spoil her.

She would never show this softer side to anyone but you. It took years for her to build any kind of trust. It wasn’t your fault — her work forces her to stay alert at all times. She learned her lessons the hard way whenever she let her guard down.

And your gut feeling is right.

You sit her down, and the two of you eat dinner together. It’s quiet..a comfortable silence resting between you, until she excuses herself to take a shower.

Later, you wait for her in bed, reading your book until you feel the mattress dip under her weight.

She silently invites you into her arms, and you immediately oblige. Her hair is still damp, her touch warm and gentle against your skin. You know better than to tease her tonight. Instead, you simply enjoy the closeness. Her hand moves from your waist to your face, cupping your cheek before pulling you into a searing kiss.

“I missed you,” you murmur against her lips, drawing you even closer. You savor every second of her undivided attention, kissing her until your lungs burn for air. A quiet moan slips from you as your lips part, a thin string of saliva connecting you for a brief moment before it breaks with a soft flick of her tongue.

“Needy one… aren’t you?” she whispers. All you can manage in response is a soft whimper before chasing her lips again.

The next morning, you wake up alone.

Her side of the bed is empty, but her scent still lingers on the sheets. You nuzzle your face into the blanket, inhaling what remains of her presence.

Date nights don’t really exist in your relationship — but that doesn’t mean you aren’t hopelessly, ridiculously in love with her.