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The first time you brought up the idea, he immediately shot it down. You expected this of course, it was no easy task to convince Wesker to try something new, especially if it was something that took his control away. It took months to try and convince him to do an escape room. Of course, if you bat your eyelashes enough and pleaded in just the way that made him smirk, he'd eventually agree.
However, those situations are different then this. You'd never push him into something he wasn't comfortable with. So when you asked and he said no, you let it go.
You're hunched over your computer, online shopping, filling your Amazon cart with things you won't ever buy (and if you do, it'll be on Wesker's card. Not like he'd notice.) When Albert leans against your door frame and clears his throat. Your head shoots up to look at him, one of his well-sculpted arms resting against the door frame, his other hand in his pocket. His button up shirt was ruffled, and the top few buttons were undone, showing his lovely collarbone. He must've gotten home recently.
"Hi." You grin, unashamedly checking him out. He chuckles, something low hums in his throat.
"Hello, my darling."
He wants something. He definitely wants something.
"What do you want now, Wesker?" You ask, the corners of your lips downturn. He crosses his arms and smirks, you were right. He wants something.
"You know me so well, my love." His voice is like honey, it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand. Your relationship with him is complex to say the least. Sure, you live with him, he lets you use his debit cards, you have really amazing sex all the time. You have nicknames for each other, you sleep in his bed, you kiss, you hold hands (more like you hold his hand and he just nags you when you let go.) All this, and you aren't a couple. Nothing was ever made official. Dates are simply considered "outings with dinner," and you live with him because he's so generous. That's what he says, but the reality is that he kept showing up to your apartment at night because he can't sleep without you.
He refused to ever call you his partner, or spouse even, for your safety. When you brought it up, he'd say that if he made you his officially, it'd put you in danger. This of course didn't make sense to you considering half the lab has heard you fucking, so they're well aware of the nature of your relationship. In the long run, it doesn't truly matter. You may never get a wedding ring, but you get him in his entirety, so a title makes no difference.
Snapping back to reality, you realize he'd moved to sit on the foot of your bed. Albert grinned in his usual sly way, "You were lost in thought. Care to share?" You waved it off and he nodded in understanding.
"There was...something I wanted to discuss with you." His body felt warner than usual, and you did not fail to miss the red that dusted his cheeks. As much as he hated it, he had that Arian complexion, when he blushes he turns into a lobster. You raised your eyebrow and leaned back, expectantly. He placed a hand on your knee, his hand covering the joint.
"There was something you mentioned to me a little while ago, and I've put quite a lot of thought into it." He said quietly, straightening his back. Why was he trying to look professional? "You wanted to try something new, and I believe I shot you down too soon. I apologize for that...and I would like to discuss this with you further, if you are still up for it."
What the hell was he talking about? You wracked your brain, he was agreeing to something- but what? He shoots down a lot of ideas.
His hand traveled from your knee and up to your thigh, his thumb grazing the bare skin. He looked nervous. Then it hit you like an eighteen wheeler.
He wanted to try pegging.
Your shock must've been evident on your face too because he chuckled, albeit there wasn't much humor in it. "So, what do you say?"
"Yes!"
It took a few days of research- a hell of a lot of Albert laying next to you, his head on your shoulder as he read over your shoulder. He'd always turn this delightful shade of red whenever he'd see a "demonstration" video. You both agreed on something small to start with, something under 6 inches and on the thinner side. What he did not mention was a preferred color, so you took the liberty of ordering the stupidest one you could find. The day the package arrived, he was not amused.
"What the hell is this?" He held the phallic object up. Obnoxious veins ran up the sides of the shaft, which was a neon pink. There was silver glitter in it as well, reflecting like a disco ball in the light. It took every fiber in your being not to bust out laughing as it wiggled in his fist.
"It's the strap on, silly." You chided, watching how his jaw moved when he grinded his teeth together.
"You mean to make a mockery of me?"
"Of course not. I just thought you'd like something exciting for the first time. It has a special feature you'll find out about later..." You winked. Now that it was here you needed to prep.
You'd bought a plug for him, a small one of course, just so he could get used to the stretch. It took so much convincing and bargaining to get him to wear it to the lab while you got ready for the night. It brought tears to your eyes thinking about him limping around his office, and how weirdly he'd sit down, and how confused his poor employees would be.
While he suffered at work, you made sure the night would be perfect. You washed the sheets, made the bed, vacuumed. You boiled a pot of citrus peels and spices and brought it to your shared bedroom, making the air smell sweet and spicy. Once all was done, you showered.
You brushed your hair, put on the perfume you know he loves so much, and made sure to wear your nicest underwear.
He'd be arriving home late, so you didn't have to worry about cooking dinner since he'd grab something on his break. It was somewhere around 9:30 when he arrived home.
You sat on the bed, doing your best to looked relaxed, when in reality you were just as nervous as him. You turned to the bedside table and turned on a playlist, just in time for the door to open.
Albert stood there, the light from the hallway contrasted to the darkness of the room made his shadowy figure in the doorway ominous, and kinda hot. He peeled his gloves off and tossed them onto his dresser.
"Hi Albert." You tried to sound seductive, but giggled at yourself immediately afterwards. He turned his back to you as he unbuttoned his shirt. You could've came right then and there. The back of his shirt slid down, revealing the delicious muscles he hid beneath. You stood up and wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling up the muscles on his stomach.
"You're rather forward." He tossed his shirt into the hamper. You hummed in response, kissing the back of his neck to his shoulders, which tensed under the contact. You pressed your chest against his back, and you felt him shiver.
"I'm totally gonna make you whine tonight." You grinned, devilishly. You undid his belt and threw it into the darkness of the room, immediately starting to massage his semi-hard cock through his boxers. His breath stuttered.
"I don't whimper." He stated firmly, turning around to look down at you. You still wore that cheeky grin.
"I'll make you." You muttered, grabbing ahold of his face and kissing him. He returned the kiss back almost immediately, placing his hands on your waist. They were so warm against your skin, and it sent electricity right through your stomach and below. You held onto his shoulders, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, and you heard a soft noise from him. It was so quiet you almost missed it, but it was pouring gasoline into a fire.
You tugged his pants down and stuffed your hand down his pants, giving his now erection a few teasing pumps. He growled into the kiss, moving one of his hands to hold your jaw.
You were the first to pull away, and even in the semi-darkness you could see how flushed his face and shoulders were. You grabbed his wrists, pulling him to the bed where you sat down. He stood in front of you, confused, before you pushed his shoulders down so he'd kneel. He smirked when he realized.
"Ever demanding, aren't you?" He teased, running his hands up your thighs. His palms were scalding, but it felt good, and his breath was fanning so close. It made your heart race.
"At least I'm giving you some power over this...I could've just sat on your face." You snapped back. He chuckled, a smooth, sultry sound. He hooked his fingers around the waist band of your underwear and tugged them down to your ankles.
"I'd like that."
Before you could respond, his tongue ran over your seam. "Beautiful as ever, my darling." He said against your skin, pulling your legs to rest on his shoulders.
He kissed the outer, before spreading your labia. You're surprised he wasn't drooling like a dog, he looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks with the way he was studying you. His tongue ran from your entrance and up to your clit, he brushed it over slowly at that point. You sighed in pleasure, leaning back onto the bed.
His lips wrapped around your clit, gently sucking on the bundle of nerves, forcing your hips to buck onto his face. You felt hum chuckle rather than heard, and you silently cursed at him. He released your clit, only to abuse it with his tongue again, running circles around it before licking a broad stripe up it. He repeated this, leaving you in a pleasure fueled daze- that is until his finger pressing against your entrance snapped you back into reality. He smirked, sliding his middle finger and curling. He knew his way around your body- it was a mix of his intelligence and the fact that you fucked so often that he knew exactly where your g-spot is.
You arched your back, covering your mouth as he devoured you. He added another finger, curling the two and stroking that sweet spot. It made your stomach tighten, and your legs quiver, he was always a little too good at making you cum fast. You could always turn the tables on him.
"Fuck..." You breathe. You knew he loved how your voice sounded when you were in bliss. "You're such a good boy..." You praised, and he paused his ministries. You could see the gears in his head turning, then it clicked, and he resumed. He became sloppy in the best way possible, he didn't come up to breath, stuffing his head inbetween your thighs. He was unrelenting, eating like a starved man and you were his first meal, it was absolute debauchery. It made you shriek. "God, you're doing so good..." You continued, "You're so good with your tongue."
You felt him growl against you, his throat vibrating. Heat sweltered in your stomach, flames licking at your nerves. "I'm gonna cum...don't you dare stop.." You cursed, legs tightening around his head. The coil in your stomach was stretching, and with a loud cry, it snapped. You swear your vision went black, stars shinning behind your eyes as you pulled Albert's face deeper into your cunt, and he seemed more than happy to eat you through your high.
He didn't stop though, if anything, your orgasms just drove him further. Even while you cried out from overstimulation, your hips desperately twitching to get away, he wouldn't stop. Filthy squelching sounds came out whenever he'd thrust his fingers in- God was he slurping? It didn't take long for you to start teetering on the edge again, and he could feel it with the way you desperately clamped down onto his fingers. "Please, Albert- it's too much. I can't..."
"You will." He muttered against your clit before licking up it again. You gripped onto the silk sheets, nearly ripping them off as you screamed, being thrown over the edge of another orgasm. He wasn't stopping, he wasn't fucking stopping, shit.
You had to yank his head away, his entire lower face covered in slick, it was attractive of course- but if you let him keep going, he'd surely continue until you passed out. He wiped his face with the back of his hand.
"You taste as delicious as ever my darling." Albert grinned. You wanted to smack him, but you also wanted to kiss him.
"Shut up..." You muttered, embarrassed. He chuckled and stood up, leaning over you for a kiss. You dodged, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him onto the bed beside you- then moving to sit on top of him.
It caught him of guard, clearly.
"Are you ready?" You asked. Something in his eyes flickered, the yellow around his pupils becoming more bright for a moment, and his grip on your hips tightened.
"Just a few more moments." He muttered. You leaned down to kiss him, holding onto the sides of his neck tenderly. This seemed to help him relax. The kiss became feverish quickly- heated breaths and the gnashing of teeth. He pulled away and you immediately attacked his neck. Nipping purple marks onto his otherwise perfect flesh. It was your favorite thing to do, especially if it was above where the collar of his shirt would be, letting everyone see that Wesker was off-limits.
He held onto your hips and massaged the skin with his thumbs. You trailed your kisses to his collarbone, dragging them to his broad shoulders. Your nose brushed against him as your returned to the base of his throat, biting into juncture that connects his neck and shoulder. He groaned quietly at this, and it made you smile. You pulled away to look at him, his beautiful face flustered, his lips parted. Then, he spoke.
"Please, don't stop."
It made your heart freeze. Was he begging? The Albert Wesker- powerful, hard-headed, and unwilling to submit? Was this really him?
"Please..." He muttered, his hips twitched against you. A new fire in your stomach bloomed. Who were you to refuse such a request?
You kissed him again, holding onto his waist, and he moaned into you. This was new. This was interesting.
When you pulled away he was breathless. "I want you. I need you...please." He sounded desperate.
You grinned, it reeked of mischief. "Oh? What do you need me for?" Your fingers trailed at his v-line.
I sound came from his throat- a cross between a whimper and a groan. It made your head spin.
"Please, fuck me...please."
That'll do it.
"On your knees, don't move, I'll be right back." You instructed, and surprisingly be did as asked- rather quickly actually. You look over your shoulder and there he was; kneeling like a good boy. You couldn't help but smirk as you grabbed the strap as well as the belt for it. You'd cleaned it earlier that day, sanitization is very important, of course.
"Help me put this thing on."
His hands held it up for you while you did the clasps. One piece left. You handed him the strap. You watched how he swallowed, observing the strap closer.
I guess he doesn't care too much about the color anymore.
He put it on the harness, lowering his hands to the floor. He looked up at you through his blonde lashes; he was so pretty.
"Stick your tongue out, go on."
He listened, sticking his tongue out, and you put the tip of the strap on it. He tensed up. You slapped the tip against his tongue a few times, chuckling to yourself- he loved doing this to you, so why is he so shy now?
"You're getting a taste of your own medicine."
Before he could ask what you meant, you shoved the strap in his mouth- the tip hitting the back of his throat. He gags and grabs onto your hips. You watched him smugly as tears pricked his eyes, which glowed like hot coals, he was absolutely adorable trying to to take it all.
You gripped his hair, pulling it out. He coughed and gasped for air- he looked pissed.
"What was hell was that for?!"
"What, you don't remember shoving your dick down my throat? Only difference is, I'm letting you get some air instead of just choking on it."
He flustered, embarrassed at the call-out. "Perhaps I tend to be a bit...barbaric when it comes to my own pleasure." He mumbles.
"Don't mumble when you talk to me." You tighten your grip on his hair with one hand and force his jaw open with the other, thrusting it back in. He gagged for a moment, but adapted to having the intrusion in his throat after a moment, and soon enough he was whining and gagging; sucking the strap like he'd die if he didn't.
"Look at you, Albert- if I knew you'd be such a cockhungry whore for a piece of plastic, I would've bought it sooner." You tease, pulling it out and slapping it against his tongue a few times, before ultimately pushing it back in. He tries to move off to defend himself, but you push his head back down to shut him up.
You hold his head, bottoming out in his throat a few times for good measure, then completely pull out. Wesker coughed, saliva shining his lips and running down his chin.
"Good boy." You praise, pulling him back to his feet by his hair. "Bend over on the bed, now."
He obeyed, burying his face into the duvet covers as some desperate attempt to hide his embarrassment. You grab the lube from your side table and massage it onto the strap.
You almost laughed- the site was so unreal. Albert Wesker, face down into the bed, ass in the air- and you hadn't failed to notice that he'd already taken out his plug.
"What a whore." You mutter, slapping his ass. He tensed up but ultimately said nothing. Maybe he believed that if he didn't retaliate, you'd go easier on him.
He would be wrong.
You pressed the tip against him, waiting for him to stop you if he wanted to- but he didn't.
"Do you remember your safe word?" You ask. He hummed a yes.
"Use your words. Do you know your safe word?" You ask again, firmer.
"Yes." His breathing stuttered.
"And what is it?"
"...pineapple." He muttered, and you laughed, gripping his hips.
"Good boy." You pushed inside, and you heard him groan loudly into the blanket. His whole body tensed at the intrusion, but you persisted until you had finally bottomed out.
He shivered, hands grabbing onto anything that could support him.
You slid your hands above his, interlacing your fingers in attempt to comfort him before you pull out, then push back in. He groans loudly, swearing under his breath- it was adorable quite frankly.
He mewls, a sound you've never heard from him before, though that's not a complaint. You grab a hold of his hair and tug his head back, quickening your thrusts. He seems to enjoy that judging by the way he cries and babbles into the duvet.
"Why does it feel so big?" He whines. You laugh at him, slapping his ass again in response, and it makes him yelp. You never considered yourself much of a sadist- but his pathetic whimpers and moans were quite the turn on. You'd decided in this moment that you'd definitely be doing this again.
You continued to thrust, making sure your hips bumped his every single time, pushing in as deep as you could. He of course took it all like a good little bitch.
"Faster- please!" He begged. You laughed at his desperation and slapped his ass again, leaving a bright red hand print in your wake. He yelped in pain but it melted into a loud moan as you sped up.
You use your free hand and reach underneath him, grabbing his dick and stroking it quickly. He twitches in your palm, praises and whines leaving his lips every single pump you give him- and judging by how he throbbed in your hold, he was close.
So, rather than letting him finish, you stopped altogether. He writhed against you, bucking his hips in attempt to get you to move again, but you simply held him still. "Beg for me to let you cum, slut." You state firmly; stroking his dick agonizingly slow.
"Don't you dare do this to me!" His voice booms, and he looks over his shoulder at you. His sharp features don't look so intimidating when his eyes sparkle with tears, and his cheeks are such a cute shade of pink, and let's not forget how red and swollen his lips are- presumably bitten raw.
"Beg or I swear to God I'll pull out and leave you like this- a bitch in heat." You thrust once and he whines, then growls when yoh stop again.
"Fine." He spits. "Please don't stop. I beg of you- fuck me. I'm your's- I'm your little plaything. Just fuck me goddamn you!"
You grin in response and resume, eliciting more cries and groans from him. He twitches once, twice, and then he shouts. You watch him shiver as he climaxes, his cum spurting onto the duvet beneath him.
He pants for a moment, and you watch with amusement before you thrust again- this time grinding right against his gspot.
"H-Hang on what the fuck are you doing?!" He groans, looking over his shoulder at you.
"Nothing." You punctuate your word with another deep thrust. He moans and buries his head again, accepting his fate as you thrust again, and again, and again.
You reach down your thigh and find the plastic syringe- the key thing he missed. You bottom out inside him and slowly press the cap down.
He gasps, shivering as the syringe pumps 100ml of fake cum through the strap on, and right inside him.
"Suprise!" You giggle, thrusting once more as the syringe finally empties. He groans softly and you pull out- some of the cum slowly leaking out of him.
Albert flops down onto the bed, shivering and spent, quite adorable really. You walk into the bathroom and grab a rag, wetting it with warm water before returning to his side, wiping him clean of the fluids. You toss the rag into the hamper, narrowly landing it.
"How was that?" You sit beside him, stroking his hair. He hums in response and slowly rolls onto his back to look up at you- his normally sharp features looked softened in his blissful haze.
"It was...new." He mumbled, reaching up to cup your face tightly, he sounded stern. "Never make me beg again." You laugh in response, pulling his hand off your face, kissing his knuckle.
"You have to admit you liked it though, didn't you? It feels good to let someone be in control for once, doesn't it?"
He was silent but looked away, a silent defeat. You giggled and leaned down to kiss his forehead, and then the narrow slope of his nose bridge, down to his lips.
"Thank you for letting me do that." You whisper against him. He chuckled in response.
"You're very welcome, do not expect me to allow it again though."
He was totally going to ask for it later.
"Alright, alright, should I get rid of the strap then?" You pull the harness off and toss it onto the floor.
"Well- maybe keep it. Who knows, you may need it someday?"
"What the hell will I use a strap for?" You smirk, catching him in a verbal trap.
He was silent and looked away again- another defeat. You laughed.
"Ohh, you're too fun to tease, Albert." You pull on an oversized tshirt and some underwear; bedtime appropriate clothes.
"I don't appreciate it." He sits up, watching you get dressed, hiding his softened smile. When you turn around to look at him he sits up straighter and clears his throat, attempting to appear composed.
The act made you smile and you flopped down onto the bed, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him to lay with you. You wrap your arms around his waist and rest your chin on top of his head, allowing him to rest his head against your chest. Jt was strangely soft for him- though you wouldn't complain.
Three words were on the tip of your tongue- your throat and lips itched to say them. You wanted him to know. You wanted to say it; and somehow he seemed to sense this.
"We should get coffee tommorow or something." It's a demand rather than a request.
"Sounds good to me. You're paying though."
He chuckles. "Of course, you freeloader." You smack the back out of his head.
Fin