#residentevilsmut

The room was too quiet. Too soft. Too staged.

Golden lamplight bathed the hotel suite in a warm hush, casting shadows across cream-colored walls and the large full-length mirror that stood directly across from the edge of the bed. You didn’t remember why you were here. You didn’t remember how the night had started. But you remembered the look in Leon’s eyes when he’d told you to sit on the edge and keep your eyes forward.

He was behind you now. Fully clothed.

Your shirt had been discarded somewhere across the room. Your thighs were spread wide, bare to the cool air, cunt soaked and flushed under his stare. The mirror made everything worse — or maybe better — depending on whether you liked seeing your own face wrung tight with need and confusion while his gloved hands caressed up your sides with slow, controlling ease.

“You see yourself?” he murmured against the shell of your ear, voice low and dangerous.

“Yes,” you whispered, throat dry.

“You look nervous.”

“I—” You blinked. “I don’t know what this is.”

He chuckled. A quiet, pleased sound. His fingers slid down to your waist, holding you in place as he pressed his body flush to your back. You could see the bulge in his pants, hard against the curve of your ass. Could see your own reflection tremble.

“This is just observation,” he said. “I want you to watch.”

He guided your hand between your thighs. “Touch yourself.”

“Leon—”

“Do it.”

You obeyed, fingers sliding through the slick mess he’d teased out of you earlier, your breath hitching as you circled your clit. The mirror showed everything — the flush rising across your chest, the way your mouth fell open. His hands stayed at your waist, possessive. He didn’t even need to touch you yet. You were already unravelling for him.

And then, without warning, he shoved your hand away.

“Too slow.”

He unzipped his pants, and the sound made your thighs twitch. His cock was thick, flushed, already leaking. You didn’t look away from the mirror as he stroked it lazily behind you, lining himself up.

“I want you to see what you look like,” he said, tone flat. Dangerous. “When I fuck the sanity out of you.”

And then he slammed in.

“Ahh—fuck!”

Your cry echoed off the walls, hands scrabbling at the sheets as his cock drove into your soaked cunt, stretching you open in one brutal thrust. Your eyes snapped to the mirror, watching your own body jolt, mouth dropped open, Leon’s smirk ghosting behind you.

He gripped your hips hard, dragging you back onto him with a growl, thrusts deep and punishing, timed to your every whimper.

Schlk—schlk—slap—

The mirror didn’t miss a thing. Your tits bounced with each thrust. Your thighs trembled. Your eyes glazed.

“You watching?” he rasped. “You see how fuckin’ pretty you look when you’re used?”

You whimpered. He reached up, grabbing your chin, forcing you to keep eye contact with yourself in the mirror.

“No looking away,” he growled. “You need to see it.”

He fucked you harder now, each thrust designed to force your reflection to fall apart. His cock slammed into your g-spot over and over, the stretch perfect, overwhelming. Your moans turned broken, legs shaking, slick gushing down your thighs, your cunt soaked and messy as he used you.

“L-Leon—gonna—!”

“Look at yourself.”

He wrapped his fingers around your throat. You choked on a cry, vision dimming, and in the mirror, you saw it — saw the way your body writhed on his cock, how your mouth begged silently, how ruined you looked.

And then you came. Hard.

Your cunt spasmed, milking him, and he fucked you through it with a growl, watching your body break.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Gonna fill you—gonna make you watch yourself drip with me.”

He came with a low moan, cock pulsing deep inside as he pumped you full of cum, holding you against him, watching as it spilled out around his cock in the mirror.

Your head dropped, body trembling. But he didn’t let you look away.

It wasn’t your fault, truly, you totally didn’t mean for this to happen. Not if someone asked, if they asked you’d say you and your stepfather just had a good connection as stepfamily. That he truly cared for you as a daughter. But if they hazard a look in your mind, to the deepest depraved corners of your mind? They’d see that was a lie, see just how much you wanted this man to ruin you.

Maybe that’s why you were pushing it today. Your mother was holding a party, some celebration of something from work, and you were wearing the prettiest dress. If you ignored how It rested just below your ass, and that your mother had to tell you not to bend down a few times. You rolled your eyes every time.

You would have changed, uncomfortable at how some of your mother’s co-workers looked at you, if not for how you noticed blue eyes gliding down your legs or the cold stare at the other men. Jealousy. Your favourite emotion on him. It didn’t help he’d been drinking again, the glass of whiskey in his hand could break from the grip he seemed to hold on it. This entire dress plan was working, there’s no way the tension between you wouldn’t break tonight.

And it did, the moment you went inside after your mother asked you to get some more ice. You were pushed against the kitchen counter, hands either side of you and hips pressed against your ass. “You’re a fucking slut” came the low gravel of his voice, and you bit your lip as he pressed further against you. The outline of his erection pressing against the soft of your rear. Your thighs pressed together as his one of his hands moved to the hem of your dress “Just how short d’ya need this, sweet girl? Wanted to give daddy a show?”

You push against him, and he groans at the feeling. His fingers dig in to the plush of your thigh. He snaps his hips forward, and you whine as you press into the edge of the counter. “Don’t know what you mean, daddy” your eyes slip shut at the feeling of his cock pressed against you. They aren’t closed for long when they shoot open again, Leons hand coming to cover your mouth so the moan leaking from your lips isn’t head just as he delivers a rather sharp smack to your ass.

“Oh, you know plenty, guess you’re not a sweet girl today. Don’t worry though, I know exactly what to do to get my sweet darling girl back.” His hand moved from where it had landed, and down to cup over the lace of your panties. A low chuckle leaving him as he felt the wet spot gathering on the cloth, his fingers pressing the fabric against your clit causing a whine to resound from you. You were getting exactly what you wanted.

Or so you thought as his fingers pushed the fabric of your panties away and slipped into your dripping heat, a moan muffled by his hand as his fingers worked at this new angle. Frustration built in you slightly as your clit was ignored, it pulsed with need and you tapped your foot against his boot which only earned you a darkened laugh in your ear before his fingers sunk further into you “No no doll face, not today”.

Oh, he was mean today, well you did deserve it. But you had figured with what he had drunk, and with your mother being home he’d have some mercy. You were wrong. He moved his hand from your mouth, pressing it into your back so you were completely pressed against the cold of the counter. The marble causing your nipples to harden, and the angle had your dress rising up further along your ass.

A low groan leaving Leon as he got a delicious view of your pussy clenching around his fingers. “Look at that, at least my pretty girls cunt knows how to be good for daddy” you arched your back at his words, giving him an even better view as you gushed more slick onto his hands and down your thighs. Caused an obscene noise of squelching to come from under your dress as you gripped the counter with one hand and the other covered your mouth to muffle the noises.

Leons hand on your back curled around the fabric of your dress pulling it up further as his eyes never left the sight of your leaking pussy, “Listen to how much noise you’re making, can’t keep your mouth shut, your dresses over your ass or your pretty pussy quiet huh baby girl?” the words only made you press your hips further down onto his fingers, a whine leaving you as you tried to get some kind of friction right where you needed it.

You didn’t want to give him what he wanted, you wanted to push further but your eyes flickered to the back door which led to the party your mother was holding and you clenched on your stepfather’s fingers again. This was all so hot, so dirty but you still wanted more. “D-daddy please, I need” his fingers curled inside you against that spongy spot before he was pulling his fingers out of you.

A whine left you at the feeling, confusion filling your mind as he pulled the dress over you again. “You don’t get anything until I decide to give it you, puppy. Call it punishment or a warning. You’ll be a good pup and go upstairs and maybe if I’m feeling like you’ve earned it. I’ll let you finish tonight.” Another harsh slap landed on your ass like earlier, before Leon was pulling away and leaving you there, laying on the kitchen counter with shaking limbs and legs coated in slick.

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After he had left you there and returned to the party like nothing had happened, you made your way upstairs. A difficult task to do with wobbly legs, but a shower helped relax you. But try as you might, you could not chase that high on your own even as the water turned cold, and your eyes closed with images of Leon pressed against you and imagining his fingers buried to the third knuckle instead of your own. Nothing came.

As the sky was painted in black, you had changed into your sleep wear and bundled yourself under the covers. Resigning yourself to the punishment Leon had set for you, but you still tried to relieve yourself by pressing your thighs together and bit your lip as you whined. Sleep would not come, and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of begging him. You made your mind up quickly.

With quick movements the covers were off you, and your underwear followed as you reached for one of your pillows. Setting it between your thighs and lowering your hips caused a small sigh to sound from you. The pillow was soaked quickly, your neediness hadn’t left the rest of the evening and you weren’t surprised as you rocked your hips against the soft case. A small moan leaves you, and your hand moves to cover your mouth as to hush your moans while you hips speed up their movement.

Your back was to the door, something you’d forgotten to lock as your head was thrown back with closed eyes. The cover of the pillow had provided some relief, but you were quickly becoming frustrated as what you wanted seemed too far away for you to reach. It wasn’t until his hands grasped at your waist that you realised he was even in your room. He pressed you further down on the pillow, his mouth pressed searing kisses to the skin of your neck. “Well, aint this a lovely sight”.

A high-pitched moan escaped between your lips, thighs twitching around the pillow as he guided you to hump along it, leading you to gush further “Daddy, ‘m sorry, please” he shushed your whispers one of his hands knocking yours away as his fingers traced at you lips.

“Gonna have to be quiet for me darlin, your mothers just down the hall. Daddy had to sneak away” his fingers pushed past your bite-swollen lips and into the warmth of your mouth. Immediately you take to sucking them, tongue darting to swirl around them and your eyes flutter. “But looked like my pup was already having her own fun”.

He pressed another kiss to your neck, moving slowly up to lick the shell of your ear “sorry baby girl, we’re gonna have to go fast and quiet” You realise he isn’t joking as he shoves you down, face stuffed into the pillow to keep your noises muffled below you and your ass still up. His hands move to knead at the soft skin of your rear before one dip lower, a low groan leaving him “God, she’s crying. Daddy’s so sorry for leaving her like this, she didn’t deserve it did she?” the sarcastic bite of his voice has you biting the wet pillow as you drip onto his fingers.

You hear the sound of his belt buckle and the zipper lowering, he doesn’t even completely remove his jeans or boxers before he bullies the fat tip of his cock into your cunt. Synchronised moans of pleasure leave the both of you as his chest makes contact with your back “oh fuck, pretty girl and her tight cunt that wraps around me so well” he waits a minute before snapping his hips into you, deciding he’s too impatient to wait for you to mould to him “been thinkin ‘bout breeding you all evening, sweetheart”.

His words always send red hot sparks shooting down to your core and you clench around him as he bullies his cock in and out of your weeping hole, his mouth right next to your ear as his breath leaves him in pants. You bite the pillow and taste what you’ve left on it, his hands bruise at your hips as he keeps rocking into you, hitting the spot inside you that has your hands curling around the sheets and your legs try to kick out, but you’re still bent in that kneeling position, so you jerk a little and he grins. “Awe poor pup, s’too much huh? Should’ve thought about that”.

It doesn’t take long for the pleasure to build as he rams his fat cock in you, slamming at the cervix as you both focus on your own pleasure, your whines and whimpers falling into the pillow that’s starting to soak with your drool too. “Gonna breed you so good baby, fill you till you can’t take anymore” and it sends you over the edge, hot white blind pleasure on your nerves as your eyes roll back and you shake beneath him. “Oh, fuck puppy” he whistles lowly, your walls clenching on to him and the orgasm gushing out around him has him biting into your shoulder as he keeps pumping into you.

“There’s my good girl, she’s back now, yeah she is” his tip touches the opening of your womb again, he jerks inside you before his snaps his hips against your ass with a loud squelch. Thick ropes paint your inside, and it keeps coming till it’s mixing with your own juices and flowing down your thighs. He pulls out with a wet noise, you both hiss and he presses a kiss to the teeth marks on your shoulder “sorry darlin girl, think you’ll bruise tomorrow”

You try to catch your breath, nodding slowly as he pets at your hair and sooths down the back of your thighs. He kisses your neck again, softly this time before he moves his hands around you to place you on your back, and a smile on his face as he see’s the blissed look in your eyes. He takes his sleep t-shirt off, wiping at the mess between your legs, a sigh leaving him as he shakes his head. A little disgusted at himself that this is how he’d have to clean you “Would rather give my pretty pup a bath, clean her up really good with my tongue. Ain’t got the time” His lips pull down, but you reach a hand out to him, soothing circles on his arm as you try to focus.

“S’okay daddy, not your fault…sure you’ll make it up to me” there’s a smirk on your lips as you watch him, and he raises an eyebrow shaking his head with a quiet laugh this time. He nods at your words, throwing the t-shirt off somewhere in your room before gives you a sweet slow kiss on your lips. It isn’t long before he’s saying goodnight to you and is sleeping out your room, another sigh leaves you as you watch him go.

The motel room was suffocatingly hot, the thin curtains drawn tight, the only light coming from the amber glow of the candle Chris had set on the nightstand. Its flame bent and flickered, waiting to be turned into something more than just ambiance. He stood over you like a wall of muscle and intent, shirt discarded, veins roped in his forearms as he pinned you down to the creaking mattress with nothing but his weight and his stare.

“Open,” he growled, voice a gravelled order you couldn’t disobey.

Your lips parted and his thick fingers pushed past them, two knuckles deep on the first thrust, his calloused skin scraping your tongue. His eyes never left yours as he shoved deeper, thumb pressing under your jaw until your mouth stretched around the intrusion.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Chris muttered, watching your cheeks hollow as you sucked. “Get ‘em nice and wet.” His free hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise when you gagged softly around his fingers, the sound making him groan low in his chest. He pumped them in and out of your mouth like he would his cock, using you, stretching you, saliva slicking your chin.

When he finally pulled them free with a wet pop, a strand of spit clung from your lips to his hand. He smeared it across your cheek, then down to your throat, marking you with it.

“You’ll take everything I give you tonight,” he said, lighting catching in his eyes, “and you’ll thank me for it.”

The candle was in his hand before you could breathe, wax pooling at the top. He held it above your chest, tilting slowly until a single drop fell—scalding heat splattering over your skin.

“Ahhhhnn—fuck!” you cried out, back arching, the sting sharp then giving way to a throbbing pleasure that pulsed through your nipples, your stomach, down between your thighs.

Chris chuckled darkly, leaning close enough that his breath grazed your ear. “Hurts, doesn’t it? Hurts good.”

Another drop fell, then another, then a stream—hot rivulets trailing down your stomach, dripping into the valley of your breasts, solidifying against sweat-slick flesh. You writhed beneath him, crying out with each hiss of wax, every nerve lit with fire.

His fingers were back in your mouth instantly, stuffing your cries into gagged moans. He worked them against your tongue as molten lines dripped over your ribs, down your navel, dangerously close to your clit. You whimpered around his hand, hips bucking helplessly, tears pricking your lashes as the burn made your cunt clench empty.

Chris pulled his hand away just long enough to shove his spit-slick fingers down between your legs, pressing them against your soaked folds.

“Goddamn—already dripping for me,” he groaned, circling your clit before thrusting two fingers inside, the same ones you’d been sucking raw moments earlier. The stretch was brutal, his pace relentless, fucking you open while the last drops of wax hardened against your stomach.

Your screams were muffled by his mouth now, Chris devouring every sound in a punishing kiss, his tongue dominating yours while his fingers pistoned in and out of your cunt, rough and wet and merciless.

“You taste like sin,” he growled against your lips, curling his fingers just right until your thighs shook violently. His other hand smeared the cooling wax across your skin, grinding it against your nerves to make you whimper louder.

The coil snapped suddenly, violently, your orgasm tearing you apart with a scream swallowed into his kiss, your body shuddering under him, slick soaking his hand. Chris didn’t stop, didn’t slow, fucking you through the climax, growling into your mouth as though dragging every last drop of pleasure out of you was his mission.

When you finally collapsed, trembling, spent, he licked his fingers clean with a wolfish grin before shoving them back into your mouth.

The safehouse was supposed to be a temporary stop, four concrete walls and a flickering bulb barely holding out the night and the monsters prowling beyond it. You sat at the edge of the cot, every nerve frayed from the mission, the adrenaline refusing to leave your veins. Leon was pacing the length of the room, jacket unzipped, hair damp with sweat, gun still within arm’s reach, his eyes sharp even though his body screamed exhaustion. And then Ada leaned against the doorway, her silhouette carved in crimson and shadow, that dangerous smile curving her lips like a weapon in itself.

The air snapped taut the moment the three of you were alone together. Heat and friction built not from the threat outside but from the sheer proximity of two people who never did anything halfway.

“You two look ready to combust,” Ada said smoothly, voice low, sultry, calculated. She walked closer, heels clicking like a countdown, and Leon’s jaw clenched as his eyes darted between her and you.

“Not exactly the time, Ada,” he muttered, but his hand flexed restlessly, betraying him.

“Oh, I’d say it’s the perfect time,” she countered, gaze sliding over you like a caress. “Stress relief. Survival instinct. Call it what you want.” Her gloved fingers brushed your jaw, tilting your chin upward until your breath caught.

Leon groaned, half-exasperated, half-desperate, before finally giving in. His hands found your hips, tugging you up from the cot, pressing your back flush against his chest while Ada leaned in from the front, her lips ghosting yours before sealing the kiss with a bruising hunger.

The chemistry was chaos—Leon’s restraint fraying with every needy sound you made, Ada’s tongue claiming your mouth, her smirk tasting of danger, Leon’s groan vibrating against your ear as his hands roamed lower. You were caught between them, dizzy, every breath stolen, every nerve lit.

“Competition suits you, Kennedy,” Ada teased, pulling back just enough to drag her gloved hand down your body, fingertips teasing at the hem of your shirt.

“Not a competition,” Leon rasped, sliding his hand beneath your waistband, making you gasp. “As long as she’s satisfied, we both win.”

Your moan was the only answer as Ada dropped to her knees, smirk flashing wicked up at you while Leon held you steady against him. Her tongue traced fire over your thigh before finding your center, her skillful mouth drawing cries from you instantly. Leon’s arm wrapped tight around your waist, his lips pressing into your neck, whispering rough promises against your skin as his fingers teased higher, deeper, pushing you closer to unraveling.

Two sets of hands, two mouths, two wills locked in dangerous tandem—all focused on you. Leon’s breath ragged in your ear, Ada’s tongue ruthless between your thighs, your body trembling violently between their opposing hungers. The pressure built too fast, too sharp, until you were breaking apart in their hands, the orgasm tearing a cry from your throat that echoed against the safehouse walls.