Seven Minutes (In Heaven)
S.T.A.R.S Albert Wesker x f!reader
Warnings: smut, NSFW, MDNI, fingering, semi public, drunk (ish), kissing, dom/sub undertones, finger sucking, alcohol consumption, possibly out of character?, slapping (light)
Synopsis: the S.T.A.R.S squads are stuck inside due to a freak snowstorm and decide to play spin the bottle. Even Wesker lets himself join in.
A/N: I'm sorry (not) for the title...I couldn't resist it lol
Masterlist
'Man, it's really coming down hard out there now,' I muse quietly to Jill, glancing out of the window as the rest of the group scramble to get the game back together.
Flurries of thick, blanketing white cascade past the cool glass, the night sky beyond almost completely obscured by the snow storming down from the heavens above. It's already spread like a plague over the city, shrouding it in its icy grasp, our own building particularly affected by it. Downstairs, beyond the front door, a barricade of the stuff has formed, trapping us like chickens in a keep, left to our own devices as the blizzard rages on.
'Damn freak weather,' Jill curses, sighing as she follows my gaze, lifting her bottle to her lips before passing it to me.
I shake my head and take my own sip of the pungent alcohol, turning back to the game before us, watching as Chris painstakingly rearranges the empty vodka bottle in the centre. The circle of people isn't massive, but it's enough to make this feel somewhat less like we're trapped at work and more like a drunken sleepover, courtesy of the alcohol someone found in the evidence locker downstairs. At first, we'd all been hesitant to drink it, considering our captain was stuck alongside us, but for some miraculous reason, Wesker has turned a blind eye, though he hasn't deigned to drink any himself. Despite that, Chris has managed to get him to sit with us, 'playing' the game (under the knowledge that the odds of being picked are extremely slim in a group like this).
'Who's next?' Someone calls into the room, though I don't quite catch who, the alcohol already fuzzing over my ability to care.
'(Y/n), I think,' Jill replies from beside me, smirking as I shoot her a look.
'I don-'
'Go on, then. Spin the bottle!' Chris cuts me off smoothly, grinning as he and Jill wink at each other.
Huffing, I put my own bottle down and lean forwards, doing as I'm told.
There's a moment of pregnant silence.
The bottle spins…spins…spins…and slows.
Then it stops. I look up. My heart drops.
At its end is Wesker.
In seconds, the tense silence has dissolved into jeers and gasps of disbelief, somebody shoving me to my feet as my body refuses to listen, my eyes fixed on the man sat across from me. His expression doesn't change, sunglasses disuising his own gaze as he rises, turning and heading towards the spacious storage unit in the back of the office. As if detached from my feet, I follow, chewing my lip as he waits by the open door for me. Panicked heat gathers in my stomach, my pulse rattling unsteadily in my ears.
'You've got seven minutes, guys. Have fun!' Chris calls out to us, laughing as I send him a middle finger.
Wesker's bodily warmth quickly engulfs me as he steps into the unit behind me, closing the door to leave us in darkness. I turn, just about able to make out the tall blonde in the room with me, his presence ominous, the weight of his gaze on me making my thighs rub together despite the underlying nerves. A low, rumbling chuckle echoes from deep within his chest, sending shivers skittering down my spine.
He steps forwards.
And again.
And again…until I'm backed into the wall, my body trapped between it and the solid expanse of muscle confined behind his immaculate uniform. A small whine slips from my lips at his proximity before I can reign it in, my widened gaze turning up to the silhouetted head. My head spins as he speaks, voice deep and suave, caressing me subtly as it washes over me.
'You were hoping for this possibility,' Wesker speaks smoothly, his statement warranting no argument.
'C-Captain, I-' My mouth flutters open to speak, only to find myself cut off again as he grips my chin in one hand, shoving two fingers past my teeth.
I squeak, jerking back, only to find myself pinned between the wall and the looming man in front of me, leaving me trapped with his digits pressing down on my tongue. He presses somehow closer, the scent of his clean cologne surrounding me as his warmth envelopes me, his free hand moving to grip my wrists, somehow managing to wrangle them above my head before I can blink an eye. The captain's hips crush mine into the wall, a thigh slipping between mine to grind up against my crotch, a whimper squeezing out past his fingers at the sudden pressure.
'Shh, you'll have time some other night for those sounds. Keep it down for now,' Wesker practically purrs the command to me as he starts thrusting his fingers into my mouth, moving his head closer to smooth his lips along my neck.
The brief, dancing sensation of his mouth skating tantalisingly along my pulse has me shuddering in his hold, my eyes fluttering closed, my hips rolling subtly. I can feel his mouth curl into a smug smirk against my neck.
'My hands seem to be full, why don't you rid yourself of your trousers and underwear for me?' He hums, trailing his tongue lazily up and over my neck, coming to a stop under my ear, where he suckles a mark onto the sensitive skin, releasing my hands from his hold.
My eyes open again, searching for any signs of a joke before I lower my shaking hands to my trousers, doing as he says. I wince at the cool air brushing around my now-bare legs and ass, going to cover myself before Wesker snatches my wrists up again and immobilizes me once more. My thighs rub together, trying to alleviate the growing heat as my cunt starts reacting properly to the man holding me hostage in the small room.
Finally, he pulls his hand from my mouth, watching as a string of saliva connects us for a brief second before he lowers it out of my sight. A squeak tears itself from me at the sudden brush of his fingers, slick and cool, through my sodden folds, frissons of pleasure bouncing along my spine as he starts caressing me.
'Already so wet? From so little? My, what a needy thing you are,' Wesker drawls, chuckling as I moan softly after a particularly firm pass of his fingers over my clit, 'Now, now, I told you to be quiet, did I not?'
'Y-yes, Captain,' I gasp, sinking my teeth into my lip.
He doesn't respond, simply dragging his fingers through my folds over and over, circling painstakingly around my clit, gathering more and more of my slick on his digits. I buck against him as he massages my clit, the pressure maddening, almost painful in its thoroughness. He simply pins my hips against the wall with his own, giving my cunt a short, sharp slap before he continues. I fight to hold back a cry, eyes bulging at the sparks of pleasure his rough actions tear up inside me. Wetness gathers at the corners of my eyes, every inch of my being screaming for more, more, more.
As if he can sense this, Wesker pulls his fingers back, kicking my legs a little wider before his hand returns. In seconds, two fingers are plunging into my sopping heat, knuckle deep before I can react. My cunt clenches around the intrusion, a strangled sound escaping me before his mouth is on mine, muffling anything that threatens to fall from my lips. His tongue slips in alongside mine, his fingers curling in my cunt to bully my sweet spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure ricocheting through me, my body writhing in his grasp. Obscene noises fill the room, my wetness dripping down my thighs, easily making a mess of his wrist. He doesn't seem to care, fucking his hand into me faster.
'You're much tighter than I expected,' The captain muses against my lips, biting down quickly before continuing, 'I look forward to experiencing it around my cock.'
I whimper softly at his words, fire burning through me at the prospect; filthy images of the captain fucking me in his office, or bending me over a desk in the main room, or even just taking me apart on his cock in any way he pleases flood my mind, my cunt clenching as they do.
'Oh? It seems I was right. You were hoping for this, hm?' Wesker purrs, smirking against my lip, 'Well don't worry, I'll have my way with you soon.'
He seals my lip with his own again, pressing the heel of the hand that's currently knuckles deep inside me against my neglected clit, grinding it harshly against me. Pleasure mounts, a knot forming in my lower abdomen as my body squirms against him, trying to fuck myself on his fingers. It's not far off now, just barely out of reach-
Wesker pulls away.
His fingers pull from me, his lips gone from mine, the hand pinning my wrists disappearing. Before I can complain, he shoves the slick digits of his hand into my mouth, smirking as he steps away from me.
'Clean them,' He commands, making a sound of approval as he feels my tongue curl around each finger, sucking the salty-sweet slick from them, 'Good. I do believe…'
Banging, thunderous in the stuffy quiet, cuts him off, my head snapping to the door behind him.
'SEVEN MINUTES IS UP!' Familiar voices shout from the other side, the doorknob rattling wildly.
'Aw, playtime's over,' Wesker hums in mock disappointment, removing his hand from my mouth, leaning in close once more, 'For now at least. Make yourself presentable again.'
As we step out, my lips swollen, hair a mess, legs quivering, it's all Jill can do to give me a knowing look, Chris' raucous laugh filling the room as the others put two and two together.
