#resummerevent

THANK YOU EVERYONE! i enjoyed this drawing event! thank you for everyone for interacting and thank you @shymoob and your friends for the prompts! LMAO I'm so late but I wanted to finish with something that tied all the narrative together.

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I've been seeing a lot of Chris content lately. I wanted him to have fun with Claire. I hope it captures it (even if it's a photo before he actually smiles and laughs (⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠˙̫̮⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠) )

This took me way too long mostly because of the style of the art to match the vibe and what to put in the blurbs HAHAHAHAHA I love it 💖💕

Gentle rain pelted your windshield, and the AC slightly started to fog around the windows of your car as you drove through the twisty mountain roads in the country. You flicked the windshield wiper speed up a notch, giving you only a smaller visibility of the outstretched road in front of you, but it would do. The radio hummed low, fading in and out of static and cheesy pop songs. You let out a sigh, and tightened your grip on the leather steering wheel. The last thing you wanted to do to start your summer, was spend it in the woods, surrounded by a bunch of screaming, bratty children. However, you made this choice.

Only a few weeks prior, you got a call from small summer camp about an hours drive away from your home town. You had completely forgotten you had applied for the position of camp counselor, but no one would blame you. That was three years ago, when you were a sophomore in high school. You had never heard back, and moved on with your life. So it took you off guard when you received a random call, desperately pleading for you to attend. 

“You start in three weeks! Be sure to get there the evening prior. We need all the help we can get!” The chirpy voice on the other line spoke, before a click of the phone hanging up, leaving you baffled. The staff mentioned they had a late cancellation, and were going through old records and found your application. Of course they had asked if you wanted to attend, but the way they phrased it made it hard for you to say no. The camp was down on their luck this summer, counselors dropping out left and right. Of course you didn’t blame them. It was the hottest summer on record after all. Who would want to spend it watching kids have fun while you clean up after them? You certainly didn’t. 

Except all that didn’t matter now. You took the job, and you were only 10 minutes away from arriving. When you pulled down the crunchy gravel road, the camp was exactly as you’d expect. Old, retro, perhaps haunted. None of this struck you as odd, but what did was the handsome man that waved you down as you arrive, his appearance completely contrast to the rest of the camp. When you stepped out of the vehicle, he greeted you with a goofy smile, his blue eyes soft and welcoming. He introduced himself as Leon, another counselor here who seemed way too egar to be spending the next three weeks being stuck here. 

He showed you to your cabin, shared with the other three female counselors on staff. The men’s cabin of course was next door, but that was for the best you assumed. “It’s no Ritz…” You paused, biting you bottom lip. “But it will do.” You shrugged, tossing your bag down next to an empty bed with a thud. Leon raised an eye brow at you, it was clear he spotted your hesitation. The heat was already settling in, even during the evening hours. Leon ran a hand through his sweaty damp hair, and chuckled. 

“You must be one of the extras they called in.” He said with a smirk, leaning against the doorway of the rustic cabin. You whipped around, your annoyed look only growing. 

“I suppose.” You mumbled, kneeling beside your bag on the floor, rummaging through your belongings for a hair tie. He shook his head in amusement, the soft light of the setting sun entering the cracks of the cabin illuminating a soft golden glow. 

“Let’s go Rookie.” He uttered, his playful smile only growing wider. The glint in his eyes made you annoyed, but also eased your mind. “We have orientation.” He waited patiently for you to stand up, the creak of the ancient wooden floor under your feet acting as a goodbye as you made your way to the door. He walked beside you to the orientation, making small talk along the way. He informed you how he had worked here for the past three summers, his plans to go to the police academy in the fall and the plans for the next three weeks. It honestly surprised you he could fit all that in during the short walk to the large meeting hall the orientation was held in. 

When the both of you arrived, Leon introduced you to the rest of the staff. It was slightly embarrassing, it seemed everyone was just waiting for you to begin. With the others, it was evident they were slightly annoyed with you, but with Leon he did a great job making you feel comfortable upon arrival. It made sense to you now why they sent him to greet you. The rest of the night went by quickly, schedules and assignments passed out to each counselor. You couldn’t help but feel out of place slightly, the black sheep of the group. Most of the counselors had either worked previous summers, or had already made friends. You couldn’t help but notice that Leon was definitely the fan favorite, the other three girls swarming around him. You couldn’t blame them, he was undeniably handsome, but if your past experiences told you anything, this meant trouble.

Throughout the night, Leon made constant glances at you, despite the undying attention he was receiving from the others. Perhaps he was just being nice, making sure you were settling in ok, but something about his demeanor seemed different. You decided the best course of action was to try and stay out of the way of the others, and stick to yourself. After all, you really didn’t want to be here anyway. When the nightly orientation ended, you had a feeling this was going to be a long three weeks. 

You had been right about that. The campers arrived the following day like a pack of wild wildebeests, rowdy and rambunctious, the beating summer heat only amplifying them. The first few days were chaotic to say the least. Campers fighting, childish injuries, food fights and of course children who were homesick. The whole thing felt like a manic fever dream you couldn’t wake up from. You didn’t see much of Leon these first few days, just occasional glances. You were mainly partnered with the female staff. It was clear for each one of them they didn’t like you very much. When partners were assigned in the morning, they’d almost always sigh to see your name printed next to theirs on the daily schedule. You weren’t sure why they disliked you. Perhaps it was that you mainly kept to yourself. Perhaps it was because they were getting separated from their friends for the day. Or maybe it was because they saw the way Leon looked at you. 

On the fifth day, the heat at reached an all time peak. They weren’t kidding when they said this would be the hottest summer on record. The shift was grueling as well, leaving you no room for relaxation. The sticky sweat that coasted your skin made you extremely uncomfortable, your skin slightly burnt from the lack of sunscreen. When the evening finally rolled around, and the campers had settled, you figured you needed a shower. A cold one. The faint sound of children laughing and soft crickets filled your ears as you stepped into the communal showers. You slumped the shower bag off your shoulder onto the floor, and slipped out of your damp clothes. You turned the knob to the shower on, stepping into the icy water, closing the thin curtain behind you.

As the cool droplets pelted your skin, you let out a sigh. You began your shower routine, exhausted from the day. You didn’t even notice when someone else entered the showers, turning on the shower head beside you in the next stall. You let out a soft sigh, one of pleasure, and other of discomfort as you drenched yourself in the Arctic feeling water. Cold showers are literally the best and worst feeling a person could experience. Once you decide you had enough, you gently turned off the water, hearing the pitter patter of the shower leaking onto the old tile floor. 

You stepped out, wrapping your towel around your chest as you did so. You let out a sleepy yawn, rubbing your eyes to keep yourself awake. You plopped down next to your bag in the floor and lazily sorted through it. You grabbed the first thing you could find, your t-shirt, and threw it over you. You started to rummage around for your underwear, digging deeper and deeper into the bag. It wasn’t until you reached the bottom your fingers traced over a hard item. You pulled the item up past the various layers of clothing to examine it. It took you a moment to realize what exactly you were holding, but as soon as you did, your heart sank. Your fingers traced over a name tag that read ‘Leon S. Kennedy.’ 

Before you had time to fully process this realization, the shower that was humming suddenly turned off. Your eyes flickered to your bag, which lay next to Leons, almost identical. Almost in slow motion, you watched as a toned arm reached out from behind the thin shower curtain that lay before you, clumsily grabbing the towel that hung on the hook outside of the stall. In a panic, you dropped the name tag atop his bag, trying to reorganize the best you could. Your stood up once you felt satisfied with your work with the time constraint put on you. You whipped around, trying to find something, anything to make yourself look busy, like you weren’t just digging through his bag. You cringed when you heard the sound of the shower curtain sliding open behind you, the metal rings clinking together. ‘Fuck’ you thought as you watched Leon step out of the shower.

He was shirtless, hair messy, with a white towel draped loosely around his waist, like at any moment it could come undone and fall to the dirty bathroom floor. Water droplets still remained on his toned chest, something you tried desperately not to stare at. Your mouth hung open, as if to say something, but the words got stuck in your throat as you finally made eye contact with him. His bright blue eyes seemed to peer straight through you, something that made your face instantly heat up. 

“Oh hey.” He said softly, seemingly unbothered by the entire situation. He shook his blonde locks like a dog to get rid of excess water, leaving his hair now only slightly damp, perfect and fluffy. 

“Uh hi.” You responded. You watched him as he went over to his bag, and began to rummage through it. Your heart sank in your chest, hoping he wouldn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. He paused for a moment, before turning back to face you. You watched as he eyed you up and down, calculated. He pointed at you and spoke “Is that my shirt?” Pure embarrassment flooded over you. You looked down at the garment. Of course it was his. You hadn’t even notice that it draped past your thighs, hanging loosely above your knees. Before you could speak a word, he bursted out into a chuckle. 

“You know Rookie, if you wanted it so bad, you could have at least asked.” He stood up, making his way to you. 

“I promise it’s not what it looks like.” You waved your hands in protest, your whole face red at this point. You took a step back, your back finding the cool tiled wall of the communal shower room. Leon didn’t stop however, walking towards you with a playful look on his face. 

“Sureeee” he teased, before coming only mere inches in front of you. He towered over you, his arm resting on the wall behind you. He leaned in really close, the look on his face becoming more teasing than playful. He smirked, meeting your eyes. In a sudden shift of tone, he pulled away, chuckling slightly. “I’m just kidding.” He smirked, but something in his tone gave way that maybe he wasn’t. You took a deep breath in, then out, trying to process this entire situation. He smiled softly, before turning around to dig back through his bag. 

“Look, I’m so sorry.” You pleaded out of embarrassment, finally able to find some type of words, even if they weren’t much of anything. “I think I accidentally got our bags mixed up…” You said softly, rubbing your arm sheepishly. He waved a hand above his head. 

“Don’t worry about it. I figured. I’m just teasing.” He stood up, his arms now full of a bundle of clothes. “I got extras anyway.” He smiled softly. You scurried to your bag, an attempt to find the rest of your clothes. You were having a conversation with this man without pants after all. 

“I’m gonna change really quick then I will give you your shirt back.” You spoke softly, relieved to be actually digging through your bag this time. He shook his head. 

“Nah.” He spoke as he threw on another loose fitting tee over his head, fitting him much better than it did on you. “Keep it. You look good in it.” He smirked. You could feel your face heating up. Did he just flirt with you? However, he didn’t say ‘just kidding’ this time. You kept waiting for him to, but he never did. He just crossed his arms, smirking down at you. “Hurry up and change. Let me walk you back.”

The walk back was quiet. The sun had long set, and only the sound of the woods remained. He walked close beside you, but it was hard to make out his features in the dark. You still wore his shirt, something that was too cozy to take off.  The stars were the only light that illuminated your path, and you couldn’t help but look in awe as they glistened. 

“I like you.” He finally spoke, voice low. “I know you don’t want to be here but, I think your nice. Real.” He didn’t stop facing forward. You didn’t know how to respond, so you just let him keep talking. “I want to get to know you better… If that’s ok?” He finally asked, as you spotted the counselors cabins a few feet in front of you. You thought for a moment. Leon was the only one here who was actually kind to you, and made you feel comfortable, despite your gut telling you to stay away. 

“I’d like that.” You said softly, before he walked you up the creaky steps of your cabin. He smiled, and without another word, slipped back into the darkness of the night. 

The next few weeks went by much better than the previous few days. After your embarrassing encounter in the showers, Leon made an effort to see and talk to you more. He sat next to you during lunch hours, tried to assist you with campers when he noticed you needed a hand, and the two of you were even assigned as partners for one activity. The more you talked to Leon, the more you realized he was a kind guy. He was funny, soft and sweet. That drew you more to him. The other counselors of course noticed, and resented you for it. Unlike before, this didn’t bother you. Leon had told you why he liked you, because you were ‘real’. Whatever that meant. It didn’t matter, it just felt nice to be around him. 

The night before camp ended, you found yourself actually sad of it coming to an end. This was something you didn’t think would be possible. The first week was hell for you. Loud kids, snobby counselors and intense heat. With Leon though, you’d actually miss spending time with him. He greeted you at your cabin door, unexpected of course, a goofy smile plastered on his face. He was always full of surprises, something you came to admire about him the past few weeks. 

“Up for a swim?” He asked, illuminated only by the porch light on the rickety cabin. 

“This late?” You asked, peering your head back inside, noticing the disapproving glances given to you by your other female counselors. “Isn’t it a little dark?” 

“Sure, but c’mon!” He spoke softly. “It’s not like we can go swimming in the day with the kids. Plus, it’s a full moon. We can actually see.” He pleaded with excitement. “I promise I won’t let you drown.” He smirked. You couldn’t help but smile back. How could you say no when he looked like that?

“One moment. Let me grab my suit.” You replied back softly, a little hesitant. He smiled widely in anticipation. He took you down to the brach, completely abandoned by anyone at this hour. The lake was cool as you dipped your feet in, but that didn’t stop Leon. You watched him as he striped his shirt, tossing it aside on the sandy beach. He ran towards the water, just excited to be with you. You followed suit, swimming out to him. You were neck deep when you arrived to him. 

“I’m not a strong swimmer you know.” You teased, admiring his features under the soft glow of the moonlight. 

“I got you.” He said, before pulling you close to him. You let out a yelp, and instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He smirked, lifting you steady around him. “You ok?” I asked softly, genuine concern on his face. You nodded sheepishly. Unlike before, you weren’t embarrassed in this moment. Everything felt right. He couldn’t help himself, leaning in closer. “Can I… Kiss you?” He muttered, keeping a steady grip on your thighs as he held you in place. 

Instead of answering, you responded by leaning in and planting your lips on his softly. His breath hitched when you kissed him, but pulled you in deeper, moaning softly into your mouth. He let his tongue slide inside your cheek, exploring and daring. He let one of his hands fall from your thigh, reaching up and grabbing your breast softly. Now, you were the one moaning. He continued to kiss with with passion as he fondled you, almost like he’d been waiting for this moment. Surprisingly, he was the first to break this kiss. 

“This m’okay?” He asked, planting kissed down your jaw, meeting your neck. You mustered a ‘uh, huh’ as he mapped your body with kisses, wet and sloppy. He knew what he wanted in the way he touched you, his fingers feeling like fire. 

“Leon I want more…” You spoke gently, your hands finding his hair. He didn’t waste any time. He scooped you up, and began walking you to shore. Even in the moonlight, you could see his hard cock strained against his swim trunks. He laid you down on the sandy beach, towering over you. Giving you what you asked for, he began kissing you hungrily. He started with your breasts, pulling your top to the side so he could suck on them. He held one breast in place, dancing his tongue around your nipple as his other hand slowly traced down your stomach. 

You couldn’t help but let out a lustful moan as his hand found the waist band of your swim bottoms, slipping down further. “Thats it sweetheart…” He hummed inbetween long sloppy sucks on your nipple. “Just relax, I got you…” You arched your back when he slid his fingers inside you. You were already wet, which made his cock ache even further. He began moving in and out of you, starting with his pointer and middle finger. Once he heard your delightful cries, he gently added his index, driving them deeper inside you. 

“Fuck…” He mumbled beneath his breath as he watched your face contort with pleasure. Before you could bring yourself to cum, he slipped his finger outside of you. With a sense of urgency, he slid himself downward, and met face to face with your aching pussy. “This ok?” He asked gently, but you could tell there was a hint of desperation in his voice. All you could do was mutter a ‘yes’, as his finger tips gently traced your inner thigh. 

He took the invitation, slowly nuzzling his nose into your desperate pussy. He let out a grunt of pleasure, sending chills down your spine. The sand beneath you felt coarse against your skin, completely contrast to the warm he was giving you. He started slow, with one long lick, meeting your clit as he pulled away for a moment. “God damn…” He huffed, his hot heavy breath against your thigh. “You taste so good…” He uttered, before returning his tongue to your clit gently, moving in precise circular motions. You grabbed a handful of his soft blonde hair as the moonlight illuminated his delicate skin. 

You could feel the heat building within you as he began to lazily suck on your clit, adding extra stimulation by returning a finger inside you. You could feel yourself getting dizzy with pleasure as he ate you out. His wet tongue doing magic around your clit, drawing sharp pulses that made your body shudder. 

“D-don’t stop…” You muttered, feeling yourself getting close to climax. He took this literally, and increased his pace. What was once gentle and delicate work with his tongue, became desperate and hungry as he increased his pace. You started to feel your pussy clench around his fingers as he buried his face in you, the bridge of his nose digging into you. Every nerve within in you buzzed with anticipation of your climax, which happened quickly and powerfully. Your body melted into him as you finally came, the grip on his hair loosening. He slowed down his pace, now only sucking gently on your sensitive clit. His hands rested on your hips, and he pulled himself up, resting his face on your inner thigh. Your clit throbbed from your orgasm as his hot breath coating it. 

He only gave you a moment to recover, before digging his grip into your hips, pulling you down across the sand closer to him. He didn’t ask for permission this time, just began removing your swim bottoms entirely. You watched as he kneeled infront of you, slipping his swim trunks down around his thighs. His hard cock sprang free, twitching at the sight of you laid in front of him. His red tip was already dripping with precum, a desperate plea to be inside you. You felt a fire in your stomach as he removed one hand from your hip, bringing it to his mouth and spitting into his palm. Not that he needed it. He ran his strong hand over his hungry cock, letting out an involuntary grunt as he did so. He stroked himself only a few times, before positioning himself to enter your aching pussy. He didn’t say anything, but gave you one final look of desperation to make sure you were ok with everything. When you didn’t push him away or protest, he got to work. 

He pushed himself inside you gently, your walls clenching around him. He placed one hand in the soft sand to hold himself upright while one hand gripped your hip to keep you steady. He pushed himself all the way in, slamming the tip of his cock into your walls. You let out a yelp of pleasure, as you felt him slide in and out of you.

“God… Leon…” You choked out, crumbling beneath him. His thrusts were slow, but deliberate. You blocked out all sounds, and focused in on his grunts as he proceeded to slam into with a hunger you’d never had before. His grip on your hip tightened, as he slowly increased his pace. 

“You feel so fuckin’ good.” He mumbled, his voice heavy with lust. You could feel his cock twitch inside you as he breathed heavy. With every movement, your pussy stretched open further for him, but remained tight against him. “Needed this…” He moaned out, his pace becoming increasingly faster. His eyes locked with yours, wild with desire but also something deeper. It was something undeniable, unspoken. He refused to look away, even as his hips snapped harder into you. Your hand found his shoulder, pulling him closer to you. You kissed him hungrily, biting his bottom lip gently. He moaned into your mouth, his toned chest meeting with yours. 

“Close Sweetheart…” He whimpered, his cock driving deeper and deeper into you. You could feel his cock hardening with anticipation, sending shivers down your spine and bringing you closer to your own climax. His thrusts became sloppier as he became closer, his kisses deepening. You could feel that familiar fire inside you growing stronger with every thrust. As his rhythm stuttered, you felt your walls flutter around him. You cried out his name, your voice catching in your throat as your orgasm came like a tidal wave. The world began to spin around you, and he groaned deep and desperate. 

“Fuck-Baby…” he choked out one final time, before losing himself in you. He buried his cock deep inside you a final time before finally releasing. His body trembled above you as he spilled his warmth in you. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, his cock twitching, gently gushing the rest of his seed inside you. For a moment, the both of you laid there, the world blurred from pleasure you both were experiencing. The sound of the gentle lake spilling onto the shoreline finally came back into focus, only leaving serine quiet around you.

His body was heavy against you. He lifted his hands to your face, still shaking slightly. He cupped your cheeks, planting lazy kisses across your cheek, jaw and collar bone. He stroked your cheek gently with his coarse thumb, admiring your beauty. Then, that goofy smirk came back to him. 

“You coming back next summer?” He chuckled, his eyes staring deep into yours. 

“Only if you’ll be here.”

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