wesker x fem!reader blurb, 18+. as much as he would despise it, i think pre virus wesker would be a kiss enjoyer.
“fuck-“ his voice rasped. a rare flaw in his usually impeccable composure. the sound sent a shockwave straight to your pussy, clenching in response around his cock that was plunging in and out of you so fast it almost hurt. your hands raked down his back in short, hard swipes. manicured fingers, paid for by yours truly, left deep red lines in their wake that would no doubt be sore to the touch in the morning when he got dressed. S.T.A.R.S uniform brushing against his shoulder blades by 6 am sharp, pulling a wince from him occasionally throughout the day. if anyone saw, it was just a crick in his neck bothering him and not scratches from one of his agents. “i’m close,” you cried, a hand halting its marks along his skin and instead grounding itself in his hair.
you felt him lick his lips, the two of you temple to temple before he leaned back ever so slightly, allowing a rare moment of tenderness between the two of you. eyes locked, breaths mingling, noses brushing…it was so much and so new. wesker was a passionate lover, but never intimate. he approached sex like every other part of his life and viewed it as something to excel in, something to dominate. the RPD captain never left your apartment without leaving you with wet sheets and a sore pussy. any orgasms you had with him were always real, you never had to fake it. even if you did, he seemed like the type to sniff it out immediately. but luckily, that wasn’t his style.
“then cum for me,” the untitled ownership in the words, ‘for me’ had your eyes glazing over and your jaw going slack. you caught his eyes flickering to your lips for a brief second before looking up again, brows furrowed in concentration as he observed you. catching you off guard, he suddenly leaned down and caught your lower lip in a bruising kiss, your cupids bows both slick with one another in seconds. his tongue brushed against yours, the wet muscle bringing a flush to your cheeks as you swore you could taste the tooth aching sweetness of affection. an emotion unnamed poured into your mouth, wesker’s breathing hitching as big hands came to scoop the backs of your knees upwards. a surprised noise came from you, one he greedily drank as he changed his pace. harder. deeper. slower. tilting his pelvis to arch the tip of his cock right into the spongy part of your cunt. the change was so precise it made you clench, a precursor to the shockwave building in your spine.
a lewd squelching could be heard between you as your pussy clung to him, gushing so hard you were sure his abdomen was glistening. a warbled mix of syllables left you, but there was a prominent, “captain!” in there somewhere, one he caught. he broke the kiss to grin wickedly against your teeth, enjoying the way you were on the brink of unconsciousness. hips relentless, you felt him chase his own high through yours, pace quickening once he was sure you were past your peak. your head bouncing on the pillow wasn’t enough to deter your eyes from his. baby blues so striking they made you want to cum again. he squeezed them shut before exhaling shakily, trying his best to look you in the eyes. something overcame you, an urge to anchor his unspoken admiration to you. you could see it, taste it, you wanted to feel it.
shyly reaching up, he let you cradle his face as his hips changed rhythm, opting to lean in a way that allowed him to prop a leg against his shoulder and the other around his hip. the new angle had you gritting your teeth in overstimulation, but you dare not say a thing. you wanted him to take what he needed, to take you. and take you he did.
a grimace, before his head dropped to your chest, back freezing up as he groaned so deep you were sure it hurt his throat. cock shooting ribbons of cum inside you, so much so that you felt it cream in a ring around his base as he pulsed an inch or two out mid orgasm. you felt the instant heat, warmth of him pressing against the wall of your abdomen. his breaths came out in huffs, your hands trying to your best to soothe him, going from the flesh of his back to his neck to his cheek to start all over.
you’d never tell him, but you caught the way he tried to hide a whine as he gently pulled himself free of you. fluids sticking to each other like glue. half expecting him to get up and clean himself off, he caught you by surprise when an arm came to hook around your far shoulder and pull you into his chest. the two of you were disgusting. sweaty, sticky, panting, but neither of you cared. wesker’s brain was rattling with the thoughts of umbrella, the idea of mercy bouncing around in his skull as he tried to think of a way to spare you when the time came.
he’d deal with it later. he couldn’t think straight with the way your head nuzzled into him. something beyond mercy was prickling at his psyche, turning something analytical into affection. he hated how much he loved it. you had chemically rearranged his brain, molding yourself to his life, and he would take you with him now anywhere. that he knew.
that he could think about.
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