Wesker please? Like maybe he's smitten at first sight with a new recruit s/o and wants to make her some kind of goddess of the new world? If that makes any sense
Wesker x Rookie! FemReader
Dub con⚠️ proceed with caution.
He came to the S.T.A.R.S team with a clear plan in mind. What he didn't expect was you. The police force is filled with type A personalities, there isn't room to be shy when your job is to protect and serve. You're the outlier, a girl next door type that stands out to him.
The sound of your laughter triggers an avalanche of emotions in his chest. None of which are PG friendly.
The way your hips move, the softness of your form that you're trying to work away, it begs his high sense of control to indulge.
Control precision. Words that make up his life and that he's dedicated himself to, but when he gazes at you there's another word that surges, domination. Possession
Like a dragon hoarding his treasure, he hoards your time.
When the others invite you to a bar to wind down,
He'll corner you alone and demand you stay after hours.
It's during one of these slow days that he makes his move.
You're bored out of your mind but dutifully helping him with paperwork. He 'accidentally' spilled coffee on your shirt. (It was a strategic move) He offers to pay for the cleaners.
You both end up in his apartment and that leads to sex. It's under the cover of darkness in his bedroom where you won't see the strange glow of his eyes.
He's a handsome man that's had plenty of lovers in the past, his hands are calloused and practiced as they stroke your body. Fucking hard and deep into the bed. You never thought you'd do something like this but his cock reaching that special place inside you makes all thoughts fade away. It's you and this gorgeous man that's wrapping your legs around his waist.
You relenting to his attention makes up most of the 'relationship.' (a secret fling that your hyper aware could get you in trouble)
The power dynamic is heavy and prevalent in your relationship. Leaking into the smallest of situations.
But as you're relationship progresses and you take to sleeping in his apartment, he find you're determined to remain independent. Taking a shining to Jill and often rejecting any form of favoritism thrown your way and this won't do
You're a bird ready to fly away from your perch at any moment. It only makes him more driven to make you dependent on him. So as he stared as you training with Jill, his mind calculates all the way you could get hurt, how to make you more dependent on him, he came up with the solution.
That, is. To knock you up.
You don't forget your pills, taking them almost religiously but they are easy to replace with lookalikes. It's a small thing after all. Barely an inch wide. He places the fake ones in your drawer and proceeds with his day.
Your mind is too consumed by the new level of your relationship with him. And that's the way Albert likes to keep you. On the edge of disaster unaware of how close you are to falling
You both spend the day talking, and fucking. You have him wear a condom so no accidents happen. And he complies, not a single complaint from him but there's a strange weight to his gaze as he fucks you.
You can't help but feel that under his smile, Wesker is gloating? No, more like in pensive thought, that has to be it.
He's quiet. More than usual, he takes on a pensive look that others wouldn't be able to distinguish. You frown. Looking him over in concern. "What's wrong Al?”
“It's nothing.” His face gives nothing away. “Chris has asked me to train with him tomorrow and I agreed.”
You wash up. "I'm happy you did." Walking out of the bathroom and heading to the kitchen. Breakfast is simple, he eats plain toast. Sometimes a bagel and you take your pills.
That night his passion is undeniable and you wonder what's gotten into him.
His pace has you arching your back and creaming around his cock. His eyes are feverish and lost in pleasure. His hand grips your hips and positions you to receive him better. And you do. It's all you can do . Take it while he huffs and tries to remember to be gentle. While vision of the future flash behind his eyes and he sets a punishing pace. But I don't want that. You tug his hair and bite his ear. "Let go baby. Fuck me like you want.”
Your pussy is leaking as his hands guide you on his cock. You boldly take initiative and kiss him. Tasting mint and sweetness. You give a kitten lick to his lips and his chest rumbles a groan.
"Al…I'm cumming." You cry out, your body shaking, breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts. Lost in a sea of ecstasy. Unable to contain yourself, your legs tighten around his hips. Losing all sense of humility or shame.
"Go ahead. Let go." He whispers hot in your ear. Repeating your words back.
And as you both collapse on the bed. Panting heavily and with your arm gripping him. His lips place a kiss on your forehead
As passion cools you're both left in a warm cocoon. You sleep while he plots in the darkness of your shared bed.
It isn't long until his ardour yields its fruits.
He comes home and follows your sobs to the bathroom. Your hands holding a pregnancy test.
He snatches it, excitement building.
Tears gather in your eyes and you begin to cry softly into your hands. He's there patting your back. A slight barely there smirk on his lips.
“You have to hold it together.”
His words are harsh and true but you are not ready to hear them. The disapproval in his voice makes you feel like you're in the wrong. You wipe your tears away and nod sadly.
“We were so careful, I don't know how this could happen. I'm still in the force and my career-”
He hushes you quickly to break off your thoughts in favor of assuring you: “we'll figure it out together.”
His dreams are filled with a far off utopia and YOU. A beautiful pregnant you, flushed with life and a symbol of rebirth. A mother earth, maternal goddess giving birth to the new world. new age not so virgin Mary.
