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SHHH! Library Rules.

college!nerd armin who sits one row behind you in a lecture and tries to focus on the slides but your thighs are just... right there. crossed, jiggling slightly as you bounce your leg out of boredom, little skirt riding up when you shift—he’s not even hearing the professor anymore. his notes are just bullet points that say:

thighs.

thighs???

fucking thighs.

and he gets so flustered, like he adjusts his big round glasses and pretends to take notes but his face is flushed and his jeans are getting uncomfortably tight...

later that night? he’s scrolling through his phone and lands on your post—it’s a mirror pic, a seemingly innocent story—but you’re sitting on your bed with one leg up and he snaps. doesn't even make it to his bed. he’s jerking off in his desk chair, moaning like he’s being tortured, trying to keep quiet as he strokes himself to the thought of your thighs wrapped around his head, suffocating him.

armin doesn't believe his ears when you ask him to study. flash a sweet little smile. tilt your head just a little bit. he's halfway through chewing on his pen cap when you lean over his desk and say, “hey, armin. wanna go over notes together at the library?”

his brain short circuits.

he literally forgets how to speak for a full second. then manages a weak, breathy, “yeah—uh. yes. i mean. i can. i’d like that.”

you thank him like it’s nothing. walk away like you didn’t just leave a smouldering crater in his chest. but you know exactly what you’re doing. because later that evening, you show up to the library in that skirt. the tiny pink one. and the thigh highs with the little bow at the top. like a sin made of silk and smugness.

you sit across from him. cross your legs real slow.

he swallows.

don’t look. don’t look. okay, you looked. fuck.

and swallows again when you lean forward, pretending to scan your textbook, the movement making your skirt ride just a little higher.

you’re no fool. you’ve been aware of armin’s situation for a while now. the way he covers his boner with his notebook when you glance over during lectures? adorable. you’ve caught him staring at you from across the common room at least a dozen times. and those dorm parties he claims he “hates”? yeah, he only ever shows up to sit beside you and pretend he’s not practically drooling at the smell of your perfume. you think it’s sweet, in a pathetic sort of way.

you decide to tease him. just to see how long he’ll keep the good boy act up for. how long before that polite, bashful smile cracks into something desperate. how long before he snaps.

you shift in your seat, the toe of your boot nudging his ankle under the table. he freezes. you feign ignorance. flip a page. rest your hand on your thigh, drawing slow, idle circles with your finger against the exposed skin. then, you let your leg drift sideways—just barely brushing his.

armin squirms in his chair. what do people even do in situations like this? his knuckles go white where he grips his pen. his legs squeeze together.

you don’t even look up. just mumble something about not understanding the chapter. and he’s nodding too fast. offering help with a cracked voice, eyes wide, flushed down to his collarbones.

he’s shaking. he’s dying. he’s hard.

you lean in even closer—close enough to count the individual lashes framing his eyes, pupils dilated. his breath is shaky, coming in short bursts, and you can practically feel his pulse racing.

his ocean eyes flicker down to your lips before darting back to yours, a silent invitation. his breath hitches as you inch closer, every nerve in his body firing at once. he wants this, wants you, but his mind’s a whirlwind—should he pull back? should he stay still and let the moment breathe?

and then, you kiss him. soft at first, giving him time to adjust. he lets out a heavy sigh against your lips. he tastes like something fruity—like strawberry flavoured gum. the kiss is sweet, subtle and tender, like a vanilla note mixed with a slight tang, like a soft citrus. but it quickly deepens, your hands roaming over his body, teasing the warm skin of his chest through his shirt. you make quick work of his buttons, slipping your hands inside, tracing the lines of his lean chest.

your fingers tweak his nipples, pulling a gasp from him. his hands immediately fly to your waist, pulling you closer. you can feel his body trembling beneath your touch, his chest heaving as he tries to steady himself.

“oh?” you smirk, getting closer, voice dripping with playful mischief. you do it again, only this time, your nails catch the fabric, teasing that soft spot until he can’t keep it together. “sensitive?”

he nods—his face is a mess. eyes wide, like he’s been caught in the worst way possible. but then? he whimpers. you can’t help but smirk at the sound, feeling the heat rising in your own chest.

your fingers tease at the hem of his shirt, touch feather-light but deliberate. his breath hitches, lips parting with a muted gasp when your nails graze the skin just above his waistband. he’s so responsive—every little touch draws out a sound. a whine. a strangled noise that barely makes it past his throat.

he shouldn’t be this turned on from a few light touches. his thighs are tensed like he’s trying not to rut up into you—like that would make this moment disappear. like it would scare you off. but god, it’s getting harder to stay still.

he can’t fully enjoy this. not really. he feels guilt—it’s heavy in his gut. it’s wrong, right? you’re just teasing him. he doesn’t deserve someone like you. but your touch, the way your leg brushes his, the way you’re looking at him like you know what you’re doing, making him lose his mind—it’s too much.

his fingers twitch. his dick aches for release, but he can't—he can’t—let himself go any further. not like this. not when he’s been fantasizing about this moment for weeks. he can’t just be this fucking needy. can’t be this much of a mess in front of you. it’s—

“i…” his voice cracks, just as he feels his heart slam in his chest.

“’min?” you tease, just a little too sweet, fingers tracing his thighs like you have all the time in the world.

“i have to tell you something,” he breathes out, a desperate, breathy whisper. he’s panting, struggling to hold it together. he presses his hands flat on the table, palms sweating, trying to steady himself.

you look up at him with curiosity. his heart races, and the words are choking him. he bites his lip, all at once embarrassed and unbearably turned on.

“i—i—" he stops, gasping for air, hands shaking. "i can’t—i’ve been thinking about this… about you.” he’s so close, so close to breaking. his voice is strained, trembling under the weight of what he’s saying. “when i touch myself… it’s—it's you, okay?” he barely manages to get the words out, feeling like his insides are liquefying under the weight of it.

you freeze, smile faltering. “did you?” you whisper, your tone low and teasing.

“i’m sorry,” he gasps, eyes wide with guilt and the flush of shame creeping up his neck. “it’s... i didn’t mean—fuck, i shouldn’t have said that.”

you don't give him a chance to retreat. “no need to apologize, armin,” you say, the words dripping with something that feels like victory. “you’re cute when you’re this honest.”

and then, it’s quiet—just long enough to hear him choke back another whimper of frustration, as if his body is already begging for more. "but don’t think i’ll let you off that easy, hmm?"

his hands are trembling where they clutch your waist, like he’s not even sure he’s allowed to touch you like this. you nip at his bottom lip, smile curling against his mouth when he gasps again. you straddle him so that your thighs are on each side of his, and armin thinks he could die like this—caged between you, drowning in your scent.

but you take it a step further. you place your knee against his sensitive bulge and he lets out the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard. his hands grip at your hips harder, as if anchoring himself to reality, but you can feel the way his muscles lock in restraint. the sounds of a conversation drift from behind a nearby bookshelf, but all he can hear now is the blood rushing in his ears.

the noise nearby only adds on to your excitement. having armin— armin who’d ditch anybody to study for a test, armin who colour-codes his notes and panics if he’s not fifteen minutes early to each lecture—underneath you like this? it fills you with a sense of pride knowing you’re the only one that can reduce him to nothing but a horny mess.

your thigh rocks against his twitching bulge, back and forth, slow and mean, like you're testing him. and armin—sweet, delicate armin—falls to pieces.

his head lolls back against the chair, lips parted in a perfect ‘O’, breath stuttering out in high-pitched gasps. his eyes are glassy with tears and so, so bright, like he’s staring up at heaven and not at the ceiling of a dusty library. there’s drool slipping from the corner of his mouth—he doesn’t even notice. he’s too far gone. he looks pretty, absolutely destroyed, like his mind’s been wiped clean except for the feeling of your mouth on his nipple and your thigh grinding him down into nothing.

“nghhh—hah, i… i c-can’t think,” he whines, voice cracking, desperate and breathless. “feels too good, i’m— i’m gonna—!”

you coo against his skin, twisting gently at his nipple with your fingertips just to hear the helpless cry he gives in return. his hips jerk again, chasing the friction like he’s forgotten how to stop. he’s babbling now, barely making sense. “please, please, i—can’t—feels s’good, i—hahh—hurts—!”

his hands shake on your hips, clutching like he’s drowning, and all he can do is rut against your thigh while you kiss and suck at his chest like he’s yours to ruin.

his body trembles beneath yours, and the pressure builds too quickly, too intensely. he stammers out apologies, but before he can even register it, he’s cumming, and he bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. his face flushes bright red, humiliation flooding him as he whimpers, trying to recover his breath, lost in ecstasy. but its too late. someone’s footsteps are closer, and the sound of their voice drifts to your ears. he feels exposed, knowing the risk of someone walking in is too real, too immediate.

you dont stop rocking your thighs against his crotch, drawing out cries that feel much louder in the public area. armin begs you to stop with a weak, “please, I can’t take it, not—ngh—somebody’s gonna see…”

he thinks you’re going to let him cum again. god, he’s so close.

your thigh feel just right, your mouth is still on his chest, his hips are twitching up—and then you stop.

the friction disappears and your mouth leaves him with a soft pop, and armin lets out the whiniest noise, hands slapping over his mouth like didn‎’t mean to let it out.

“wha—n-no, no, please—”

“think i got enough out of today’s lesson, yeah? can’t spoil you too much, baby—you’ll get greedy.”

you run your fingers through his hair, so gentle it’s cruel.

“but don’t pout,” you coo. “i’ll give you another lesson. my dorm. if you behave.”

you get up and fix your clothes, slow and casual, like you didn’t just drive him to the edge of sanity. he twitches in your absence, like his body doesn’t know what to do without your weight on top of him.

“i’ll see you in class,” you toss over your shoulder with a wink.

and armin? armin is left there—completely ruined, dripping, thighs pressed tight together for any relief, praying nobody walks around the corner and finds him like this.

Chapter 10: Fuck it? Fuck me

Chris Redfield x Male reader

Summary: Chris and you are on vacation when he decided he’s ready for a more intimate level. (😘) 

Cw: smut, cock warming, praise, safe words, virgin Chris (is this a shock let’s be honest 🤨), anal, blowjobs, finger sucking, fingering and slight oral fixation, virginity loss and aftercare ❤️

You hear a knock on your door as you perk up spitting out your toothpaste. “Come in hun.” You spoke rinsing your mouth out. “When your finished in here I’ve gotta ask you something, take your time I’m not in a rush.” He smiles as he goes back into the room. You tilt your head as you finish up.

You hop into your shared bed as you see Chris reading a novel. “What’s up baby?” He sets it down sighing heavily. “We’ve been together for awhile now, relationship and before elationship, I wanted to ask you something though.”

You nod listening intently. “I think I wanna take our relationship to a more intimate level. I’m sorry this took so long but you know trust is such a sore subject for me, no for us both.” You nod with a soft smile. You kiss him gently. 

He pulls you back in whispering in your ear “I want you now sir.” You shiver with delight at the nickname. “Alright we’ll add some safe words, green to go yellow to slow down and red to stop okay? Now we kiss a lot so, I’m just gonna kiss you some more okay?” You smile as he nods. You begin to kiss him gently with increasing roughness. 

Not overwhelming just a bit intense. “I’m gonna start moving down farther, let me know honey.” You give his a kiss on his neck, moving down to his chest, stomach and you stop at his growing erection. “Can I touch it?” You ask rubbing his thighs softly. 

He breathes heavily. “Slowly please…” you nod as you slowly bring your finger to his slit. His breath hitches as he whimpers. You begin to spread his pre as you rub it in circles. Softly. His tip was a pretty pink, nice and long but also incredibly thick. 

You look in his eyes for his answer as you open your hand all the way. He nods as you smile. “So good Chris, so good for me.” You wrap your hand around his length as you slowly begin to stroke. 

His head rolls back as he try’s not to buck into your fist. “So pretty like this.” You start to kiss his thighs gong up higher as you let go of his dick to Chris’s dismay. It wasn’t long though before you put the head in your mouth. You begin to suck on his tip as his hips buck. You smile as you hold them in place going deeper. 

“Fuck fuck! Sir please, oh god please~” You smile as you raise an eyebrow “please what pretty boy?” You ask pulling off as you bring your hand back. “Wanna make you feel good…” You grin as you lean back on the bed waiting for what he had in store. 

He begins to pull your pants down as your cock springs up. His eyes go wide as he drools at the sight. “Like what you see?” His face goes and even dark shade of red as he puts his mouth on. It was obvious he’s never done this before. You can’t help but tease him a bit. Plus you didn’t want him to choke himself or anything.

You pull him off as he whines embarrassed. “Aw hun there’s no reason to be embarrassed. Alright put your mouth on loosely and just keep it on there for now.” He eagerly puts his mouth back on your tip as you massage his scalp grounding him. 

“Good boy. Now slowly suck and move your tongue around the tip.” He obeys as he moves his tongue around your head. “Now go deeper, don’t choke yourself, stop when it starts to feel uncomfortable, understand?” He nods eagerly as he starts to go deeper. 

He stops when it starts to go into his throat as he awaits your orders. “Good boy now do what I taught you repeatedly but add your fist to what you can’t suck.” He breathes through his nose as he starts to fist your cock as he sucks the tip. 

You moan at the sight, he looked so beautiful with your cock in his mouth, drool dripping out his mouth. He begins to add more vigor to his technique as you begin to get close. 

“Getting close, keep going hun.” 

He continues to suck as you yank your dick out his mouth. “Open wide.” He sticks his tongue out as you stroke your cock to your jearts content as you start groaning louder. 

Your load spurts out onto his face and some into his mouth. When you were finished coming you looked at the sigh before you with a smile. Chris had unshed tears In his eyes as the cum he didn’t swallow stayed on his face. “Good boy.” You use your thumb to pick up some of your load as you shove it into his mouth. 

He begins to tremble as he lays his head on your thighs. “Wanna cum sir…” you smile as you nod. “Get on the bed.” He obeys, So wrecked just for you. You take his hand gently as you put his fingers in your mouth sucking on each digit with care and love. 

You pull off as you look at the strand of drool glistening in the  lamp light “Mhm, now I want you to finger yourself for me, can you do that?” You ask concerned he blushes and stammer even more as you smile. He takes a deep breath nodding. 

“Go at your own pace prince.” You rub his head softly as he spreads his legs. He pulls them up as he rubs a finger around his hole. His breath hitches as he slowly starts to slide his middle finger in. He keeps it there for a moment adding another one. “Good boy.” You rub his head continuing to egg him on. 

His two fingers stay there as he pulls out all the way shoving them back in as he lets out a shocked moan. He continues his actions, in out, it was addicting to watch. Captain Redfield fingering himself was something you’d never thought you’d see. The sound of squelching and slutty moans was all that could be heard as he sloppily fingers himself. 

“Now pull out.” He whines hesitantly but pull them out like a good boy. He puts his fingers in his mouth sucking on them as you moan at the sight. You get in between his legs as you pull them up rubbing your cock on his hole. You than push in as his eyes roll back. 

“F-Fuck!” He curses you laugh as you start to thrust into him. It felt like you were tearing him apart but he didn’t care. “Fuck-fuck sir~” he groans out. You kiss his neck calming him as he wraps his arms around your back. “S-so much!” He didn’t say his safe word so you continued.

It was only about 30 seconds when he started to get close again. “Close close sir please!” You hug him tightly as you continue to pound him.

 You tilt his head kissing him as he shoots his load on your stomach. 

He lets out a loud final moan as you cum on him soon after. “Fuck..” you groan out. You go to pull out but he holds you there as he shivers. “Stay in me please.” You laugh with a nod and a kiss. You pull him in close as he breathes heavily in your arms. “Thank you for being so patient.” You roll your eyes with a smile. “Of course my dear, I love you goodnight.” You kiss his forehead as he smiles into your chest. 

“I love you too.”

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