summary — Albert Wesker, your husband, does push-ups on you !!
a/n — NOT PROOFREAD WE DIE LIKE WESKER.
ao3 link — https://archiveofourown.org/works/80267221
“What an absurd idea, absolutely not.”
Your husband waved his hand in a dismissing motion, something he always did when he wasn’t having it. Nonetheless, you were stubborn and VERY persistent, “Oh, pleaseee handsome?” You pleaded with that pretty little tone you used whenever you were needy, knowing full well it made him weak. He met your persistence with a scoff.
“Your efforts are futile. I will not comply with such childish endeavors.” The blonde asserted, leaving no room for argument in his tone. You huffed. Pouting while you watched him not even once raise his eyes at you, accompanied by that indifferent expression on his attractive face. He stubbornly remained seated at his desk, looking down at the various paperwork scattered in front of him. However, you refused to give up. He wasn’t the only one who was stubborn in this marriage. Replacing the pout, a scheming smirk was plastered on your lips.
“This is foolish.” The man muttered in a breathy tone. His arms were pinned on either side of your head. A look of defiance on his handsome mug as his eyes bored into yours. Wesker couldn’t deny the view, your pretty face looking up at him with a cheeky grin. Under him was where he always preferred you, so this couldn’t be so bad, could it? Indeed, it could. You made it like torture for him. He should’ve known his spouse was planning more than just a simple workout.
Albert questioned himself. How could he have allowed himself to get into such a situation? Although he knew exactly why, your pleading and needy little tone always made him so weak that he couldn’t help but cave. However, he’d never admit it, which is how the man found himself over his beloved’s body, arms planted on either side of your head, his usual sunglasses long discarded. So close together, Wesker could feel the heat radiating off your body.
It wasn’t the pushups that tested him. It was that cheeky grin, those little giggles, and the most challenging of all, your soft kisses.
Down, kiss. Up, down, kiss.
Reluctantly, with each little peck from his wife, he couldn’t help but melt a little further. Your cat-eyed husband’s mask of indifference faltered with every meeting of your soft, plush lips to his. The rolled-up sleeves of his black buttoned-up shirt seemed to make you even more pleased since they put his biceps on full display. Your eyes often flickered to the way Albert’s biceps would flex every time he’d come down. You’d meet him with a kiss and a little gentle squeeze to his arms, feeling the hard muscle flex under your fingers.
Albert Wesker couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride over the way you basically felt him up and looked so pleased with him, even though he was desperately exerting every effort to keep himself from just collapsing on you. After all this time of marriage, he still felt his heart flutter at your adoration for him. You sure were affectionate to say the least. Nonetheless, he did relish this wonderful view. Watching you look so pleased below him, you were perfect.
“Pleased, are you ____?” He let out a deep exhale from his lungs as he lowered again, meeting your lips before pushing back up. A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth, yet he refused to let it show. Don’t get him wrong, he LOVED pleasing you, but he was also abundantly stubborn.
“Oh, very much so, Albert.” You voiced teasingly. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as your eyes sparked with an idea that, oh so delighted you. “Say, handsome,” you started, tilting your head just slightly. He raised an eyebrow. He knew you all too well not to recognize the glint in your eyes, already knowing you must have something up your sleeve. “If it’s not too much trouble, won’t you say my name between every push-up? Unless you’re too tired-” You tested his endurance on purpose. You knew full well he had stamina enough to do this easily, but you also knew if you challenged him, he would never deny.
All his complaints flew out the window the moment he heard your request. He wasn’t clueless; he had a good idea of what you really wanted to hear. “Nonsense. If that’ll put an end to these silly requests…fine.” Albert had cut you off, feigning reluctance to your request. He refused to be doubted by the one he wanted to impress, even if he knew you were never doubtful of him.
A smirk threatened his lips while he gave in to your silly idea. Each exhale was accompanied by your name, his breathless tone exciting you. He clenched his jaw as he came down, his arms burning with each push.
He rasped out your name in a breathy tone, grunting lowly as he pushed back up. The push-ups weren’t the only thing getting increasingly hard. It was both a reward and a punishment getting those soft kisses from you. He wanted nothing more than to just collapse right on top of you and show you real pleasure. Meanwhile, you were happily relishing in feeling his hard flexing muscles, the way he struggled to keep this up, and especially all those enticing sounds leaving his lips.
Albert’s brows furrowed slightly, his cat-like eyes narrowing a bit as his eyes flickered down to the way you bit your lip, the pleased look in your eyes, and the most noticeable to him, your thighs pressed together. A knowing smirk spread across his lips, and he abruptly stopped his movements. Almost pouting as he suddenly stopped, you opened your mouth to question his reason for stopping. However, you were cut off by the man’s lips crashing against yours, giving you no warning as his tongue slipped between your lips. “Hm!” A surprised gasp was muffled by his mouth moving against yours in a rather desperate manner.
His body pressed down. He kept himself up by his right forearm, while his other hand caressed down your body. Wesker’s palm stopped at your abdomen, sliding under your shirt and pressing down lightly. You weren’t complaining in the slightest. Your arms came up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. Yet he still kept the littlest distance between your hips, as if teasing you as you teased him. Your lips struggled to keep up with his, and just as you were losing breath, he finally broke off the kiss. Now you were the breathless one, trying to catch your breath as he already started peppering kisses along your jaw and now attacking that appetizing neck of yours.
He was a patient man, but still, you managed to keep him tempted just by lying there and looking pretty. His tongue wiped over his lips, wetting them before leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed, messy kisses along your neck. You instinctively tilted your head to give him more access to your neck, which made a surge of lust shoot through his already hard cock.
Nipping down and sucking on your skin occasionally as he continued his attack, he was rewarded with pleasurable sounds from you. He’d linger your skin between his teeth just a little longer than necessary to hear your soft whimpers. Then again, he abruptly stopped his motions, pushing himself up to look down at your flushed body more clearly. His hand that lay on your midriff slid down to the hem of your pants, pulling at the waistband and letting it go to make it snap. He smirked at the little wince that you procured.
“Albert-” you started, but were cut off by his hand shoving between your thighs. His fingers found your cunt over your panties. He could feel how soaked you were, and it only made his smirk widen.
“Yes, dear?” Albert mocked as his hand palmed your wetness through your clothing, causing you to gasp. He loved all the sweet noises you made for him. Fuck. It made him THROB. His smirk turned into a wolfish grin as your thighs squeezed around his hand, desperate for more friction. “Tch tch, open up for me. You don’t want me to stop now, do you?” He taunted with a little bite to your jaw before raising his head again to look down at you.
Your legs parted almost immediately, to which he was very pleased. You didn’t want him to stop, anything but that. The blonde man leaned down until his lips ghosted over yours, breaths mingling together as one. His lips brushed against yours, his tongue ran across your bottom lip before delving back into your mouth. You struggled to keep up, yet again, as his kisses grew in intensity, accompanied by the growing intensity of his hand. Albert’s calloused fingers slipped under your soaked panties, sliding over the slick of your vagina.
The kiss quickly became bruising, his tongue swirling around yours while he swallowed those sweet moans you produced. He began with slow, teasing circular motions on your clit, urging you to get dizzy in the ecstasy he provided. It felt as if waves of fire washed over you, heat pooling low in your abdomen as his fingers grew rough and messy in their motions. Your body felt like a spring coiling tightly, aching for release. Your cunt practically was pulsing as he frantically worked on your clitoris. Your moans were muffled by the way his tongue fought for dominance over yours, although you barely put up a fight.
Wesker seemed to be very abrupt tonight since, in just seconds, his hand pulled out from your wet heat, his lips tearing away from yours. Your legs trembled under him, panting, and you whined. That was until he rucked up your shirt, his fingers sliding down to the waistband of your pants and panties, hooking to tug down, discarding them in rough yet swift movements. His knees shifted to rest between your legs, preventing you from moving them, making sure your pretty pussy was on display for him.
He leaned down once again, leaving a hot trail of kisses from your jaw, down to your neck, nipping your soft skin as he went. Wesker’s large hands cupped your bare hips, your shirt hiked up enough to reveal your midriff. Practically crawling down your form, he left messy touches of his lips and teeth on your ribs, stomach, hips, and on your vagina, teasingly above your arousal. You whined needily, causing his famous smirk to return.
“So impatient, my sweet.” Your husband cooed as he positioned himself between your legs, so his face was at your throbbing need. His large arms slid down your body to grip your thighs, throwing them over his shoulders. Your head raised, half-lidded eyes full of lust yet love, as you gazed at the man between your legs. Wesker palmed your thighs, kneading them like a cat making biscuits. He wanted nothing more than to shove his nose against your flushed clitoris and soak up your weeping cunt with his tongue, but teasing his beloved was too satisfying to pass on.
The man began to pepper soft, tender kisses on your inner thighs. Occasionally playing with your skin between his teeth just to hear your desperate whines. His tongue glided across your plush skin, nearing so close to where you desired.
“Please, oh, Albert!” You begged, back arching from his touches. Albert Wesker wasn’t an easy man, but for you? Oh, he was an easy lover. Your legs on his broad shoulders made it so your pretty pussy was on display just for him. Lusciously, his tongue tasted along your weeping cunt, halting at your button, emitting a gasp from you. The tip of his tongue rounded your nub, massaging around the fleshy, wine colored arousal.
You hummed, biting your lip as your hand reached down, raking through Wesker’s hair before tangling your fingers in his soft locks. His usual slicked-back hair was now messy from your grip. Wesker flicked his tongue hungrily at your slick before delving his tongue into your hole, which was swollen from arousal. Your brain short-circuits, letting out a strangled gasp as his tongue languidly caresses your walls. Your head struggled to stay up, but fuck, the sight of him between your legs, mouth latched onto your cunt as he practically devours you was enough to make you see stars.
He withdrew from your hole, catching his breath for a moment while he swallowed your slick that lay on his tongue. You almost whined, that was until his nose nuzzled against your clit, making your hips rut involuntarily on him. Wesker seemed pleased at your eagerness, a low hum leaving him. His deep voice vibrated against your pulsing heat. Not a moment too late, his fingers began to tease your entrance. The tips of those rough, big hands caressing your lips.
He didn’t waste anytime. Playing with your juices before inserting two large digits into your hungry need. “Fuck-!” You whimpered as he thrusted deep inside, curling his fingers to reach that sweet spot.
“Don’t stop, oh, mm’so good baby!” You cried out as he picked up the pace, slipping in another digit accompanied by his tongue flicking on your sensitive button. “mmph- Albert! Yes, just like that, oh!” His view was no shorter than seeing heaven. The sound of your pleasured moans seeps into his ears like the most gorgeous melody. Your fingers tugging at his scalp as you fall apart from his ministrations.
His tongue lapped your sweet juices, starting to make certain shapes with the tip. If you weren’t seeing stars, blinded by the pleasure, you would’ve realized just what he seemed to be shaping sooner. His tongue made a crooked line from the left of your pussy to the top, reaching your clit; then sliding down, making another crooked line to the right of your vagina. Albert’s tongue retracted, only to flick again between those two crooked lines, making a horizontal line in the middle.
A. Two lines this time, L. Another three lines, B. Four, E. Three, R. Two, T.
“Oh fuck, oh, God yes!” You choked out. It didn’t stop there, no, of course not. He wanted- no, needed you to understand that he, Albert Wesker, was the only one who could make you burn with satisfaction.
“F-Fuck-! mm’Albert!” You sobbed as shockwaves rippled through your body. Your hand pulled at his soft, blonde locks roughly, causing him to groan against you. The vibration of his deep growl shattering any hold you held on to repressing your orgasm. The grip in his hair went limp as your body trembled, vision spotty as you struggled to regain control over yourself. His fingers didn’t slow until your body tensed before going still, sliding the digits out, his eyes remained on yours. Your head long fallen back as you panted, unable to keep your eyes open while you faced the aftershocks of the pleasure he provided.
“Look at me,” he demanded, yet not in such a harsh tone. Your lids fluttered open, half lidded as they looked up at him, who was now sitting up on his knee between your legs. His fingers, coated in your release, slid into his mouth, which he sucked gently, tasting you off of him. You hadn’t even noticed he removed your legs from his shoulders; they lay on either side of him. You deeply exhaled as he crawled back up your body, peppering affectionate kisses over your limp body.
“Mm’love you, my sweet.” He purred, his breath ghosting over your ear. His large biceps flexed as he pushed off the ground, moving to stand up, then lean back down to scoop you into his strong arms.
“Love you too, mm’handsome.” You murmured as you leaned your head on his neck, trusting your husband, Albert Wesker, to care for you through the night.
