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The moment he finds out how easily you get wet, he’s going to give you a hard time. Seeing you blush, seeing how embarrassed you get, makes him want to tease you more.
During a meeting with an asshole that wants a dozen tyrants, you are trying to negotiate the money and the delivery time. He wants more for less; you want fair compensation for your work. Next to you, Wesker is getting bored and has been absent from this conversation for a while. He glances at you from behind his shades, and a dirty idea creeps into his mind. You caught a glimpse of his smirk, but you didn’t pay much attention to it. That was careless of you.
A pen hit the ground with a faint clatter, interrupting the conversation for a brief moment.
“Sorry,” he said absently, as he reached downwards to grab the pen.
The conversation then continued its flow until you felt Wesker’s warm hand moving alongside your legs. He started from your calves, then he made his way up to your inner thigh.
At this point you couldn’t concentrate anymore. Anything that he was saying faded in the background.
Wesker wanted to torment you for a bit, so he kept stimulating the part that was so close to your burning core. Besides, he felt tremendous joy whenever you’d clamp your legs shut, trapping his hand. Then, the fun part came, where he’d manage to spread them easily, continuing his game. You had to remain still this whole time, so there was little fighting from your side.
You tried too hard to hide the moans, but every brush on your skin still pulled out needy whimpers out of you. Your hole would throb every time he’d caress your flesh and every time he’d make random circles with his fingers. You felt your panties getting warmer, and you could only imagine the wet spot growing bigger and bigger. You couldn’t do anything to stop your pussy from leaking.
The person in front of you was too dense to notice that you suddenly went quiet, that your cheeks were burning red and how Wesker’s arm kept moving under the table.
Luckily for you, he had to answer a call, so he left the two of you alone.
"Are you insane?” you asked.
“Yes,” he replied sincerely, hand still caressing your inner thighs.
“What if he catches on?”
“Hmm, then he’d have to leave the room.”
With a bold move, he reached to the forbidden zone. Your body jolted when his pinkie began to caress your cunt through your panties.
“Albert…stop it. He can come back in any minute…”
“Then I guess you’d have to keep your composure.” He said, smirking deviously. He had to suppress his own pleasure.
You closed your eyes and moved your head forward, your chin so close to your chest. You grabbed on to your dress and squeezed the material until your knuckles turned white. Despite your efforts to close your legs, Wesker was stronger than you.
His pinkie moved slightly underneath the fabric and pulled it aside, allowing two of his digits to explore and toy with your wet fold.
Wesker closed the distance, moving close to your ear.
“So wet for me…and I barely touched you.” He whispered.
One of his fingers kept moving along the folds, smearing your juices all over your panties and dress.
“I wonder…if you are ready for me.”
“Albert, please, he might come any minute.” You cried, feeling your cheeks burning.
“Hmm…that’s too bad. He’ll have to see how I finger-fuck you.” He hunched over you and bit your earlobe. The sudden pain made your cunt clench.
“Don’t be so shy… I can help you with your heat… Just say the words.” He chuckled as he increased the speed of his fingers, giving your clit some friction.
“B-bastard…” You opened your legs wider, allowing him to push his fingers deeper. You gasped for air, as the stretch felt so good.
As he began to fuck you, you grabbed his arm for support. Suddenly, all of your fears disappeared. Little did you know that Wesker told someone to call the client and keep him busy for a while, as he toys with you and pushes your boundaries.
If Chris loves something about you, it's how easily you get wet. You’re not aware that he knows. You believe that you kept this secret very well hidden, but he noticed it.
He knows how easily you get wet. Even the gentlest touch or the softest kiss causes a waterfall between your legs.
He could see the way your body reacted to his slightest touch, the way your breath hitched and your cheeks flushed a deep crimson. He likes to see you squirming during foreplay.
It was intoxicating, and he couldn't resist teasing you, pushing your buttons just to see how far he could take you.
One evening, when he needed a break from his reports, he decided it was time to tease you for a bit.
While you were cleaning the cabinet in the kitchen, Chris came from behind, wrapping his big arms around your small frame. You thought it was a nice gesture, but in reality, he just trapped you.
“How’s the report going?” You asked, fully unaware that Chris was making his first move.
“Slow, boring; I think I’ll just copy-paste from old reports and send it as it is,” he confessed as his hands slid down your arms, slow and gentle.
“I don’t think they read them… anyways.” You paused, feeling his hands seizing your waist. “Yeah…” As he was caressing your belly, you felt when he pressed his body on your back.
“Chris…, Can I help you with anything?” You said softly, gently caressing his forearms.
“I just want to hug my girlfriend, that’s all,” he chuckled lightly. Now he was pressing you further on the counter.
He noticed how you were starting to fidget. “Cute”, he thought.
On the other hand, you were pressing your legs together, cursing yourself because of how easily your core was heating up. Maybe it was in your head; maybe he was just affectionate.
“Are you alright?” He asked, pretending to be clueless.
“I’m…fine…” you said. It became harder and harder to ignore the feeling of your cunt clenching. “I’m such a pervert.”
Chris hunched a bit until he reached your ear.
“Then why are you breathing hard and sweating?” He whispered, making you even more embarrassed.
“I…it’s just hot here.”
You gasped in the moment he rubbed his erection over your ass. In that moment, you didn’t need any extra confirmation. He was just messing with you.
His hand roamed freely all over your body. Your breasts, your hips, nothing was left behind. He used his big thumb to slide down your pants and panties, then he brushed two of his fingers between your folds.
“And I barely touched you.” You could feel his defiant smirk and sense his cocky attitude in his voice. His fingers were already soaked.
“I’m going to draw dicks in your report,” you threatened as you rested your head on his chest.
“And I’m fucking you senseless.”
Unlike these two, he won’t tease you about it. Well, at least not too much. He finds it really cute that he can turn you on so easily with just his words or his gentle touches.
During a movie night at home, Leon will deliberately brush his hand against your inner thigh, smirking as you squirm and cross your legs tightly. He knows you’re already nice and wet for him, and the knowledge fuels his desire.
In the bedroom, Leon takes his time exploring your body with his hands and mouth, enjoying the way you respond to his touch. He'll slip a finger inside your cunt easily to arouse you more. Leon can feel his cock twitch in his pants as he looks at his glistening fingers, coated in your juices.
You moan, embarrassed, at the sight. You get turned on too easily. You fold into Leon’s touch effortlessly, which annoys you.
Despite your obvious frustrations, he continues to pleasure you. He added a second finger inside you, stretching you nice and slowly until his fingers were soaked.
‘Damn, babe, you have no idea what a sight I have.” He said it in a low growl, with a hint of admiration. Your cunt is swollen and extremely sensitive, and yet he chooses to maintain his slow rhythm.
“Leon,” you breathe between breathless moans, moving your hips desperately, searching for that friction that will bring you pleasure.
“Just a little, babe. I enjoy this too much.”
He pinched your folds with two fingers, struggling not to slip, and spread them until your clit arose like a blooming flower. The little bud was red and throbbing with each ragged breath, searching for attention.
If there was one word that described Leon’s action for that night, it would have been “cruel”. He pressed his big thumb lightly over your clit, dragging it in circles until your moans turned to cries.
“Don’t do this to me.” You plead, your back hurting from how much you moved your hips.
“Shh, it’s alright. Just a little bit.” He cooed, moving his thumb a little faster and pushing his fingers deeper. Your gasps, moans, and whimpers grow louder with each thrust. The faint pops and squelching as he curls his fingers against your walls, searching for that perfect spot, played alongside your desperate pleas.
You were leaking on the bedsheets at this point. Silvery strands of your slick leave his fingers glistening in the dim light of the candles.
“Please,” you pleaded one last time. Leon couldn’t keep his composure for too long; he was near the edge.
Your desperate cries turned into happy whimpers as he picked up the pace, hitting that spot inside you many times. The tension within you intensifies, building into a burning flame that threatens to consume you.
Your orgasm hits hard, turning you into a trembling mess. Leon's fingers continue to pump relentlessly, drawing out your climax until you're reduced to a quivering mess, delirious with pleasure.
As your breath comes to normal and your body stops shaking, you hear Leon fumbling with his clothes. You peek and see him standing at the edge of the bed, giving his hard cock a few strokes, before climbing in the bed again.
“Whatcha say? Do you think you can make it rain one more time?” He says with a dumb smirk.
You laugh, cover your face and spread your legs wide open. A new wave of pleasure crashes over you, your cunt contracting and pulsating as a fresh wave of warmth floods your depths. You feel it as it coats your inner walls, a slick, wet sensation that heightens your senses. You fear that the intense pleasure will shatter your body completely, but you know Leon will be there to catch you.
Krauser is a dominant and controlling man who loves to show off his power. Seeing you get so easily aroused and flustered by his touch only feeds his desire to dominate and control you. It also feeds his ego.
Krauser notices how your panties are already damp just from being in his presence. He'll smirk, trailing a finger along the soaked fabric and chuckling as you squirm in embarrassment.
"Look how wet you are for me already," he'll murmur, his voice raspy with desire.
During a heated makeout session, Krauser's hand slips under your skirt, cupping your puffy cunt and feeling the wetness that coats his fingers. He'll tease you, rubbing slow, deliberate circles around your clit until you’re gasping and writhing against his hand.
"You're dripping," he taunts, bringing his fingers to your lips. "Taste how much you want me."
He also loves to push your boundaries, seeing just how wet he can make you in public spaces. He'll bring you to a crowded bar, making sure to brush his hand against your inner thigh under the table or squeeze your ass when no one's looking. Later, when you two are alone, he'll whisper in your ear, "I know you're soaked right now, aren't you? Just from being out in public with me, thinking about what I might do to you..."
He finds all sorts of ways to shove you deeper into the pit of embarrassment. He finds ways to make your pussy throb and clench around the idea of what he can do to you.
Still, his favourite tease and torture from them all is toying with you during official army training. When you’re in line, waiting for commands, Krauser will walk past each one of you, inspecting your posture, your expression and your attire. As he approaches you, he gives you a playful smirk and gently grabs your belt with two fingers.
“This seems a little tight; go change it.” He commands as he closes the space between your bodies.
The Major will tease you all day, caressing your body gently and squeezing your flesh when no one is looking. At the end of the day, in order to cool down the heat from between your legs, you take a nice, cold shower. The water seems to rinse all the impure thoughts that tainted your mind. However, unbeknownst to you, Krauser’s sadistic game was not over yet.
Krauser stepped into the steamy shower, his mind consumed by thoughts of you. Your little, curvy body pressed against his, your tight little pussy gripping his fingers and cock as he claimed you over and over. Just imagining it made his dick throb painfully in his pants, straining against the fabric. Throughout the day, he'd had to adjust himself constantly, his erection a constant reminder of the desire you stirred within him. The hot water cascaded down his muscular body as he entered.
Krauser's large hands gripped your waist, pulling your back against his hard, muscular chest. A shiver ran through you as his familiar touch ignited your skin, his fingers massaging your flesh with an urgency born of built-up lust.
“All day, I've been thinking about this,” he growled in your ear, his hot breath sending goosebumps across your skin. His lips brushed against your neck, trailing kisses down to your shoulder. At the same time, his hand slid down your stomach, then your navel, until it reached your cunt. Two thick fingers parted your folds, stroking your entrance with an experienced touch. You could feel his cock poking your ass, and as the good girlfriend you were, you arched your back, grinding your hips along his shaft, giving him the attention he craved.
Your passion was well hidden behind the symphony of moans and the sound of water hitting the tile floor, which echoed.